@Julsijuls 19 May 2021 more from that month

[ a poem by Julsijuls ] This part of the reel of the scratchy film and grainy tarpaulin where the lights dim and the lady starts to fall asleep to have a dream and float away from her body to go to a dimension where all her dreams come true is where I could say 'that's me, isn't it?' what about yours? I hope that yours speaks as much what your mouth cannot and watch a scene where you could tell 'that's also me.' ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Image attached Before the storm, 1890 https://t.co/Ms0Eq9RwUz #ProseAndPoetry