Are you fond of walking?

let's see into the mirror of walking

find a new lace in your way

as conditions change

you have to choose

have to follow either your heart or your conscience

say me which lace I should lose

can't hold them all together

but it's merely a matter of time

so change in the storm of it

but never let it weigh you down

so say... are you fond of walking?

in the end

in the end I was standing there alone

leaning against the banister

watching the moon, now waning

it's cloudy, so the shimmering is dulled

tears rolling over my cheek

although I promised not to cry

I just can't hold them back

as emotions overwhelmed me

your letter between my fingers

only ink and paper

but your words mean so much to me

I miss you dreadfully

lacerated

it is eating me up
this inner conflict
broken in two pieces

the confusion of two feelings
deaden my mind
the struggle inside my body
don't seem to end

it'll be refused
the fine sense of happiness
slain by feelings of blame, hatred, anxiety

i'm unable to cope with it
someone patch me up
this inner conflict
it is eating me up

drowning...

in thoughts...

or just tears lulling me to sleep

sexy morning

lingerie, corsett and powdering gown

back to former times <3

Morning by Frank O'Hara

I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

nostalgic curlicue blows kisses and love

panting, kissing, biting

your arms surround my slender waist

never stop

your hands move my heated body easily

hold me tight

your fingers feel the vibrant blood in my veins

never release me

your mouth caress my skin

devour me



dreams, night, moon.... so disturbing

moments

Everytime he smiled at her she felt so adorable and beautiful...

sober

i'm puzzled...
i don't know what to answer...
what's appropriate?
it shouldn't sound clumsy or even insensitive..
it shouldn't, because it's touching me very deeply..
it's grave and every word i'll write is crucial...
it should be clear and emotional, but not exaggerated...
it should show my feelings...
my real feelings...
because the truth told to me so why should i try to lie or only hide something?

curlicue.