Faces

It's just like drops of rain, the action, words and looks of others fall on me in the wierdest & uncanny moments I find myself by means of
my friends chatting of their passions.
Expression is a game we play to grow.
Gray smell in a little room painted by disordered colours pieces of drawing paper on the wall sink into the armchair I listen to a friendly speech playing with a coffee colour pen.
Expression differentiates us stimulate curiosity & opens my heart to people and myself I love looking at the silent faces of the ones beside me incredibly fascinating light.
I love to fell it on my skin floatin' thru the air inevitably, everything's part of me.