DragonsChest

I'm a bud tightly closed surrounded by darkness I don't know which way to go I'm isolated in my inner-world I hear whispers and loud voices I hear music and traffic I am overwhelmed I embrace myself I reassuringly hug myself with petals wrapping myself up more tightly than ever I wait for daylight but even if the sun rises I'm afraid I won't know how to bloom

Luisante sous la pluie battements de marbre et de roses - bonne fête. Frantz - fête des mères 2015.