About the end of December, a exaggerated hug made me fall, beating my head on the ground. In this way, some of the fish that live in my skull have found their small opening to fly away. My consciousness is spread in all the flying fish and now the fish are spread around, so part of my consciousness is now spread as well, flew somewhere.
That evening, my last rise started to help me during the bridge from the past year to the new one, with the wise company of a Psychedelic Knight.
I tried to draw some memories of that bundle of dawns.
|The words are from Mayla, song by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeroes.|
I also tried – again but never enough – to show this Psychedelic Knight, who has eyes that are doors for any flight, port for any flow.