Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

An invitation from the moon, makes me feel in the day of night. As I want to undress my overthinking mind, I end up in the fiction of my imagination. And as I dance under the pink moon, day and night meet and my sanity goes lost.
Here I release my burdens of the past.
full of magic the colours of the moon come to life and restlessness comes to rest.
as the mist veils secrets not yet to be revealed of stories still to be told. So I accept the mystery of the present, and cast myself the hero of my fairy-tale.
© Elke T.B. Stevens 08/04/2020