i'm composing micro-stories;
the music in the background
always renders a passage
luring me so in a psychic transit,
like the wind plays with my hair,
like the sun kisses my cheeks,
or like the stars shine in my eyes
and the moon hugs me;
but when the music will stop...
could you imagine how orphan
will be the stories' vocabulary
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Sebastian Roca

bunch of emotions organized in words

what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply