Telephone

I remember talking for hours, the day passing us by
I remember you being there.
I see life coming and going; time never stops to wait for the end
I see a good friend sitting next to me on the floor.
In my dreams we are flying, above the city, free
In my dreams I see the love in my life, until you take me.
I remember summer journeys, riding buses through the city
I remember the simple world.
In my dreams I am falling, and suddenly I wake
I see infinity; slap me.
I see hard work, creativity, sadness, and laughter
In my dreams...everything is ok.

Words by Nadia Hassler. Photo response by Sadie Myers.