It is a perfect path with well-cut… that leads you right along the twi… and tortuous corridors up to the e… or to the silent center of a maze. Here sunlight hardly enters, light…

Can I still love you With all the broken pieces Of your shattered heart?

Hanging limp, ratted on a dreadlock line strained, stained;

I was there, a nightclub in Paris, in the middle of the crowd when she caught me. Her hazel eyes like flashing sapphires, her skin like the purest vanilla cream, her blonde hair flowing...

By the time I’ve finished thinkin… I think, therefore I exist I am not who I was before three months ago. So I thought,

Drinking stale coffee burning my tongue I wait... and wait... at another dirty train station

Thinking of you.... Johanne... The light and the air and the wisps of your hair cascade like moonlight. The drops of your sweat, like dew upon your body. The rise of your chest, the so...

Daily she takes over my thoughts a beautiful rebellious image her silhouette in motion . Or her eyes hazel, they have hypnotized me

I miss you