Memories on tracing paper

Your graphite smoothly traces along the figure of my soul Everywhere I go The world is graphite powder And my graphite stained fingers Are like an artist's With love, for a baby I always have a little bit of graphite When I look at my fingers A faint feeling In a palette of black and … Continue reading Memories on tracing paper

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I miss you on many days, sometimes it’s an object, sometimes it’s something lost. My fringe covers my eyes and I dance wildly to the sound of waves, eyes closed. Where are you? I look at you, I look at you, I look at you again and again. The emotions pour gallons of milk, sometimes … Continue reading

From the almost full-time lover to the non-lover: Is survival your life?  

What made you give up on love? Love not in terms of giving cake, jewels, or pretty houses. Eating desserts and layering your soul with layer after layer of calories does not mean you love yourself. If money is the solution to your problems, then why are you in pain even before you've left your … Continue reading From the almost full-time lover to the non-lover: Is survival your life?