conversations: indigo child and the principessa

…even you were together with us you were always alone.
…there was always something that we can’t enter.

i know all these about you but there was a mouth that never talked … in your head. a mouth that is locked.

that’s all there was, a great light in your eyes but a broken mirror at the same time which makes light less shine.

life is so poetic we need to know how to listen.

sometimes i think im a photographer or a video camera. that i was created just to observe and enjoy the moment in a distance. its strange … and its lonely out there.

there is no place in the world for secret rooms. open them and let them go. freedom is for people and in this life not in another.

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