moment

when the rain in the night...makes for a poem

I want to stay one with the night,
of no importance the headache tomorrow;
to feel my tiredness, to feel alive,
to feel something that's out of your touch.

wings strong enough to stay

flip

black and white is home

I try to put color in my photos. I do my best. I struggle. But in the end black and white is home.

I may not understand

september

reason

external guises.

I feel like I want an escape in pleasures. At evey step I find them. Now that hurts. At the beggining I did not know how to feel, so I called them. That felt like I needed a smile and in pleasure I found them. Sweet, small pleasure were there to hold me into present. But now I want freedom. To be me the one that holds the trigger to my external faces/guises.

a poem that came to mind long after the feeling;

My heart is melting in winds of pain;
finding shelter where there is none,
when time locks out,
and my eyes can't find you mine.

stream of quietness / stream of calmness

incognito

featuring

minding

14 August

Sa-mi atingi pleoapele, sa-mi spui taci,
cum din nicio parere de rau sa nu renasc
sa fim, instinctul, actiunea; imperfecti imbracati;
Sub piele sa gasim doar iubirea