Once full of joy just like a dove Once full of passion, betrayed by love The Queen hides in the shadows now No light can touch her from above As she no longer can believe In what used to be her vivid dream These days the woman has no heart And if you ask…
I delete you
Let’s continue the dream
I was running myself on the paper
She knows this is the moment
Or how can we call it better?! Our biggest fears revealed while sleeping through our dreams. This sketch is trying to present a mixed set of feelings and emotions related to sleep. It is not the deepest drawing that can reveal this complexity but it is an attempt.
Between what is real and what is a dream? Which is which ? And which one is better? What is real in a dream? What is a dream in reality?
I wonder if I will ever meet you again in a common dream?