Gold Streams By Felix Bodson

It’s like running from whats true, so I can lie on this spot. And if all my thoughts are blue, I let them cry until they stop, cos eventually they have to, clear skies help me slot, back to Familiar patterns. Comfy. Then what happens? Come see. See am up for a challenge trust me. Love and pain either side now its us 3. Days getting shorter, all ya mates are getting taller. The potential is in the water. The sound is from the ground. I remember Earth out loud, this air we breathe, we share with leaves. It bares with me for now. If I treat these thoughts like Gold. Save them keep it clean, wear it representing me, Gold streams Directed by Felix Bodson Poem by @_bawo VO by Bawo DoP : @alexi_van_hen Starring : @efosa.9 Sound : @kxmel___music Engineer : @jasperucci Special thanks : Alois, Mathieu