THE PAPER THIN SONG IN A QUARANTINE WALK INDUCING THE GHOST DANCING EFFECT WHILE AN INVISIBLE THUNDER REVEALS A VOID

Paper-thin being
every time i walk
I use a wondered Walkman
and play a song as an essay
and cook thoughts & inner fires
and see the two dancing
rawly
freely
really

I see the cup of wine
I pray to be the picture
I get along with smiles

Gray song
for the cracked departed
Great moss
for the dreamy ones

Night flight
for the void behind the voice
Playwright
for the cursed ones

Oh no,
i bought the tickets
Oh no,
you didn't ask
Oh no,
i caught the ripples
Oh no,
you didn't pass

Slow motion scene
LianneLeHavas' "Paper thin"
black and white outfits
as the night
as the walk
as the storytellin'

The slow rythm
the pursue of a presence
the mystery of an aura
the white steam of a glance

https://youtu.be/4Mtjq7B0Z6Y

A real talk is what remains
after the hope becomes
a paper thin.