In these warm dreams, to the time of my heart beat, you kiss parts of my soul, that bend to my desire, and contort to the shape of the fire, that burns in my skin , where you have touched. You have reached places, that no human can comprehend, let alone caress. You have become the hand, that makes my heart beat, the fire, that makes my skin warm, the soul, that keeps me alive. ...
There are times in which no photograph can encapsulate a feeling There are too many contradictions it’s lust, longing, forgetting, reliving, outliving, un-living, forgetting, forgiving, remembering, begrudging, it’s feeling faint, lost, confused, clear, controlled, disheveled, collected, engulfed, oppressed, disheartened, full hearted, but most of all… ...
My flat mates put green waste and recycling in the rubbish, use pages and pages of un-used refill to light the fire, and go to laundromats so they can use a drier. My flats carbon footprint is giving me nervous tension.
Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is...– Leonard Cohen