Something rustling beneath the skin.

[lenstalk]

I lay in bed last night.  Clock read 3 a.m. , then 4 a.m., the 5 something.  My mind filled with moments I cannot recall now.  Just the muted resonance of their presence before remains.  Tones of melancholy, curiosity, and elusiveness.  Woke up at 6:45a.m., felt like I had been kidnapped and bounced around the trunk of someone's car for a long

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[jacinth21]

I'm glad that I could inspire you a little. We all seem to have lost our SOULS... I am all about the pursuit and discovery of human passions. Let's inspire eachother. Can't wait to make some art with you Monday!

Tali

P.S. I love to sing.

On the same page.

[lenstalk]

We have similar kinds of thoughts it seems. That's cool. Looking forward to Monday too. Just wish I had a big studio with lots of things to use.