I’ve often wondered how one can touch a feeling - hold it gently as it disperses into a mirage, leaving a visual memory. The image feels soft, barely visible but still there, taking shape as a distant evocation.
I’ve often wondered how one can touch a feeling - hold it gently as it disperses into a mirage, leaving a visual memory. The image feels soft, barely visible but still there, taking shape as a distant evocation.
I’ve often wondered how one can touch a feeling - hold it gently as it disperses into a mirage, leaving a visual memory. The image feels soft, barely visible but still there, taking shape as a distant evocation.