- Imaging, living in a library.
Just as a concept.
Isn't it amazing? Definitely is. A friend would say.
A friend could tell.
But you are not a friend.
You might be someone's friend, but definitely not mine. A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself. -
So just imagine living in a library. Being surrounded by tones of books and shelves filled up with magazines or collections. Many different themes, waiting there for you to browse them. Touch their skin and smell their participles. It would be amazing even, if there would be a small window somewhere high on the wall so that the sunlight can come in and just in front of it there would be a Phoenix roebelenii of the Arecaceae family. I can't help but embrace this relaxing feeling of the evenings I could pass there, while reading a good book and making images of the scenes described, and my eyes involuntary would just travel up towards the ceiling and my gaze would rest upon the beautiful shadows on the opposite wall that the sun's setting rays would create.
Then I would just smile and observe them as their moving form changes and caress the wall while the colours get warmer and warmer till they die out into the pale night's light succession.
to be or not to bo.
and imaging this fucking library as a greenhouse! so its a greenlibhousbry
Isn't it amazing? Definitely is. A friend would say.
A friend could tell.
But you are not a friend.
You might be someone's friend, but definitely not mine. A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself. -
So just imagine living in a library. Being surrounded by tones of books and shelves filled up with magazines or collections. Many different themes, waiting there for you to browse them. Touch their skin and smell their participles. It would be amazing even, if there would be a small window somewhere high on the wall so that the sunlight can come in and just in front of it there would be a Phoenix roebelenii of the Arecaceae family. I can't help but embrace this relaxing feeling of the evenings I could pass there, while reading a good book and making images of the scenes described, and my eyes involuntary would just travel up towards the ceiling and my gaze would rest upon the beautiful shadows on the opposite wall that the sun's setting rays would create.
Then I would just smile and observe them as their moving form changes and caress the wall while the colours get warmer and warmer till they die out into the pale night's light succession.
to be or not to bo.
and imaging this fucking library as a greenhouse! so its a greenlibhousbry
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