A stream called: Nothing
It christens me with delirious pleasure
The night’s velvet skin and stars
The dark twilight fading into a deep sense of mystery
And the cold winds blow…
We are trapped in this machine… … Continue reading the story "A Stream Called Nothing"Post Archives from the ‘Douglas Simoes’ Category
A Stream Called Nothing
A stream called: Nothing
It christens me with delirious pleasure
The night’s velvet skin and stars
The dark twilight fading into a deep sense of mystery
And the cold winds blow…
We are trapped in this machine… … Continue reading the story "A Stream Called Nothing"Soul Skin
Sometimes when you see people
Characters behind masks behind puppets
You stare deep into their souls
Upon the surface of their soul and beneath
You dip into their very spirit
And without them knowing
You know them
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Words by Douglas Simoes Photograph by Meggin Murphy http://www.flickr.com/photos/megginmurphy/