Jasmin

Posted on by anna christ

@atma anna christ

They have been sleeping for aeons in a very far away galaxy 

when they woke up the rain was falling on the blue flowers around their bodies 

nothing was as before but they had no memory

they had all experienced pain upon waking up and loss of identity

the price of being eternal 

Jasmin was the name of the spaceship

irrelevant rather to the untold stories yet…

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...