Going somewhere
Anywhere
Writing some travel memories to explore a bit longer a bit further as if I was in 2019 in my Alaskan car gazed by American Plaines’ white moon
Writing some travel memories into a novel
But the wagon bounces
But the wagon is sick
And so are my words
My unreal imagination then hangs
My unreal imagination then dreams on my moving train window
And knows how beautiful France does look
How beautiful France is when the light goes through falling trees
Justine T.Annezo – December 11th 2020, Somewhere in France – GMT+1
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 