IN THE AIR
(3D model/ render/ Blender)
Just in the middle, between the ground and dreams.
Where the unreachable is reached
by imagining.
Where I can even touch you...
have you been...?
Castaways
I feel small
in the middle of a dead island
dead fish jump
into my sand
I dwell in this bubble,
with you
embraced
the air runs out
if you leave, I lose.
if I step out, you die.
If you get
Instinct
It is not a mirror
it's that unknown smell
that I remember
instinct
always the instinct
that awakens
in the moment
the flesh
the blood
and the fear of fire
encounter
challenge
what do you br
Sometimes light is born from darkness itself.
A touch, a word spoken at the right time.
Another stranger.
The reality that suddenly you begin to see with your eyes.
Not everything was broken or lost.