Under that old tree
Right where you left me
My head felt heavy
Eyes wet continuously
The weight of this burden
Sick and hurt and
Covered by the life of the leaves
Soothing kind of relief
That the world is spinning still
Time for this empty space to be filled
Joy and laughter
Now and here after.

id - ego - superego

A bug on a broom. Insectoid witchcraft.

Cotton cloud

And you, your fckn chocolate.

Negotiate the negative

Black and white
Like playing chess
In case of color
More is less

L’hotel Rouge

As I crossed that street
We used to walk
Hand in hand
Smile and talk
You crossed my mind
So to speak
It moved my heart
I felt weak.

Apres Colette