A feeling of calm yet a sense of fragility and longing for a time past, a mellow motion of subtle ripples and waves mimicking life and it’s ebb and flow

Still waters run deep… you will never know what actually is behind it. Monsters? Mermaids?

I could hear this photograph. Being mesemerized by water is such a human thing. No matter where you are from or who you are, we share the same love for water, even if some of us don’t like to take that step in it. Some say that water is God, love giving, present in all and the ultimate mental and emotional state of being 💧

Reminiscent Of Gursky’s Bangkok in my Leipzig Of tranquility, calm and the sweet ease of surrender Of laying down in the great palm of a silent hand Of mercy granted by her body Of water

Tears in front if the time that I only now catch; in this moment

The mind gravitates towards creating a shape out of the reflected light. As if water bore a tattoo on its skin.

The kind of glimmer that dances and prances in murky darkness, where you lose yourself staring at it for hours, thoughtless. For a while you found bliss, you found satisfaction, not knowing why. Not knowing at all. And suddenly you feel like a brand new human. If light could bathe and blanket you, this would be how it feels. You close your eyes, carving this on your memory, letting the glossy lights slip through your lips, ribs, through your finger tips.