Cold weaves itself

I had the start of a dream, as I was falling asleep,

with the most beautiful colors and images in it, so vivid I had to get up to scribble it down.

pencil scribble of a dream

So detailed and with movements so graceful I can only hope that some memories of it

come to aid me as I try to put it into a tangible object,

so it can never escape :)

Cold weaves itself | 2012 | Uncategorized

Leave a Reply