Nonsense

Posted on by anna christ

He had a dream, he was trying to reach her hand before she takes the leap into the inconceivable.

The dream was recurring

To escape the dream he started drinking as not to sleep

Then she was dreaming that she was trying to reach out to him …

This was a moment somewhere in alps next winter

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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...