Wherever my soul mate would be.

Sweetly slides away, in a rainy vanilla sky, with thoughts just tainted with shiny violet, purple and black.

Sensations softly float far distant over our head, trying to reach the top with a slow flight. Then they suddenly fall down. With a crash.

A new flavour for everything. Progressively. Softly. Sweetly.

5 thoughts on “Wherever my soul mate would be.

  1. SCUSA PER LA sintesi di ieri sera, ma non ho capito cosa mi hai detto sul mio blog…

    fra l’altro scopro che qui c’è un mio omologo…

    saluti (non volgari)

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