It was in the black and white of his magic
that all my childhood turned into colours...
Orson Welles,
a man...
I don’t care if you believe in God or not
Yet whoever “knows” God in heart...
Time is links
woven together loop by loop...
Later is solely
the perspective of wheel marks...
Thirsty for the truth
he didn't know how parlous is...
They were lifeless before they could meet,
like the ingredients in the ocean...
The road-end, flees like horizons
holding on to their distances...
~~revised~~
"I love you for all the women I have not known...
Is it schizophrenia,
knowing that everyone knows everything...
Life has taught me that
nothing is tactile unless...
Getting all ever
I needed, realizing...