A little flame burning Air Stone Stone Stone of years ago- Elegant soft movements intertwining, eating what it is fed and becoming it to. Being the centerpoint of storytelling, a warm and smokecentered reminder that you are not alone when you first share. And when the flame goes out, a new flame appears. The flame became and ear, eyes, a witness- Maybe not a mother, lover or a friend- But a stranger, you feel that you will meet again.
I see you
I hear you
And through you I see and hear me. Vivre means to live in french- I feel I live when I feel mirrored in others or myself or when I can mirror others or the world- Therefore VIV
The first V for the one who sees and hears
The I as the glass, window or mirror we look in
And the second V for the one who is seen and heard
VIV
The feeling of familiarity in the unknown- first in the small interactions, and through time I, VIV will grow to learn to interact so I with others and them with me can feel the intimacy even in something grand. Cause even when my bodily container will dissolve and disappear- My eyes and ears will appear again in a mother, lover or friend- Or just in a flower I once smelt withe the same warm, wood-smoked scent
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