Love are nameless
and I love all about you...
Between heaven and angels
Love floats between us...
Pompeii's glowing love,
horrors send from above...
Sunday morning
It is Sunday morning...
Writing makes me feel borderless,
my many journeys makes me feel explorative...
Finally you beat me, the flu,
And the needles found flesh to dig in...
Hoping you will be better very soon I love you...
Today is changed because you sadly are ill...
I have packed the suitcase
ready for departure...
First love makes you dizzy
Then desperate...
Needs to be altered
Won't break up...
Some tells fortune in,
a cup of coffee...
Small slivers
Pencil shaving graphite afterglow...