ZARALAND

Take off your shoes and run barefoot along the inner workings of a neverland mind
and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find a little more of yourself hiding in the space between the lines

where word and light collide

A breath of apricot light…

A breath of apricot light…

leaks from window eyes…

leaks from window eyes…

and smiles at the flora moon.

and smiles at the flora moon.

Leaves rustle and whisper…

Leaves rustle and whisper…

as waves of anticipation…

as waves of anticipation…

swell and crash upon…

swell and crash upon…

our mirrored selves.

our mirrored selves.

 

Welcome to ZARALAND

A place where image meets word; word meets imagination; where imagination tickles freedom, and freedom awakens the sleeper.

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