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Sometimes I still dream about songs from "Sap"...

🥲❤‍🩹🔨 "Music is the portal that led me to painting, photography and writing".©Layne

Well, you're walking on clouds. With a certain smile that runs around. Butterflies and moonbeams.. And fairy tales .. (Sprinkle you with fairy dust of glitter and pink powder, and now that's all you can think about right now). You're riding the wind! You might be on Skid Row, but there's nothing stopping you from going to wonderland, nothing stopping you from following the white rabbit.. It might be a vision in the night, but we can sit and talk for a while under the trees, under the slow winds and the melting skies.

*Somnambulation up and down the road, I lay in the garden with the cats, Oh my how the grass did grow, I watch the clock till the day did stop* Yesterday's hymn serves me not. 🥀 I try to keep the whispered words at bay, For they seem to feed into the mire, I've lost all ability to make any choices, I'm teetering in purgatory. Yesterday's hymn serves me not, (*in a whisper* tick-tock.tick tock.tick tock.)

*Magic white dust trapped me in a heart-shaped box, and here I sit for many years, and too strong mint tea stupefies me, and this white dust still flows through my veins, sharp as glass, I am in oblivion......*An endless and nameless poppy field,and poppy buds open and close in seconds,they speak to me,but I am silent.I am here.

Music is the portal that led me to painting, photography and writing.