Phosphenes
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Ostatnia publikacja wt., lis 14, 2023
After a long day you lay down on your bed and slip on your headphones. When you close your drooping eyes, you see colors of lights upon your eyelids. As you lose yourself in the color, the bright lights begin to swirl and you find yourself slipping into a new cosmos. This new cosmos is known as "Phosphenes"
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A book of self-written poems and writings about the world of fantasy, Mother Earth, feelings, and deepest thoughts.
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"He allowed himself to be washed by the petals of light that are falling from the glow of the moon"
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credits: all photos from Pinterest.
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