.9

i believe in purity preserved in the cracks of this world
just like salt in the rocks
i raise my hand full of these crystals and look ahead in silence

.8

distance begins when the first thing passes you by

with every other fling the distance rises and so does the sharpness of sight. you see the picture and the frame. you see the wall and the very first brush movements. you see the shadow of the hands. 

you see all the time although the world is trying to convince you it's the other way round. with all the pictures, tasks, ambitions, desires, futures, opportunities. 

while the only one is the chance of life. the chance of step. of touch. the possibility of voice. of a blink. 

how many times have you shaken hands
how many times have you remembered it

♫