I’m always dreaming, dreaming of an elusive futureor altered presence. The harmonies of synthscreate the soundtrackfor my dreamlike haze. Swirls and sparklesof unknown ethersdust my perception. When nighttime comes,I enter that unknown worldwhere the line between realityand the imaginedis blurred. During the day,I reach for that which feels likewalking the tight linebetween the divineand theContinue reading “rêver”
The Ophelia Edit 