Family portrait

this is a family portrait we are treading that path altogether. Somehow the wind thought  we ought to be there at this very time, here, altogether: five of us,  specks of dust on a silver screen. Beings pushed around, running left to right through the platform of this old game called life. xxx, Noémie.


give up your idols they're no longer needed but carve your own path out of the driftwood given to you, freely. that's all there is to it. that's all there is to it. ~~~ An owl appearing out of a piece of driftwood I was carving... xxx, Noémie.


Staying still, saying nothing, Even when I'm dying to. But Think. Think: Consequences Before she even attempts To articulate your thoughts.