PICTURE THIS
Out in the desert your thoughts are as clear as the stars,
You're golden,
You're billion year old carbon.
High Places - From Stardust to Sentience
You're golden,
You're billion year old carbon.
High Places - From Stardust to Sentience
© Isolde Woudstra
Next week:
Until the bottom of winter blues,
You're my teacup passing by,
Doctor dead and his kids,
Oh, how awful it was today.
PICTURE THIS: a weekly blog by Isolde Woudstra and Regina van der Kloet - a rotational, synesthetic conversation between one's proposed song lyric and the other's camera lens.
