I found a love, given for free.I never really had to search…

We wish to go back to hide and seek / And play with kids whose names we didn’t even know.

I told the white pigeon soaring above / Go hold my one, three, two dreams make them stretch forever

I lose track of the beach shoreline / feel the wetness of the mud / notice the redness of the sun

Close your eyes, dive / into that fertile darkness / behind your eyelids

I groan in solidarity for WANN’s founder as she suffers during travel.

When war seems close, I find the illusion of safety in my room.

Recently I’ve been having strange dreams / I see myself looking at the sky / but it is not black anymore