This is an #incamera photo with no post-production composition.
Everything was captured in one shot.
The words are vessels, Your spirit is the wind, For scarlet sails and lucid dreams of oceans, Of things that only you have seen. And when you speak the universe expands, It tears the fabric, it reacts, To everything that comes from you, Invisible but only to the fool. It scars inevitably with dark matter, With particles that cannot be inflected, But mimicked through a quantum state of mind.
