Fear is a rose with black mask. Fear is what makes us move. It is the next step we ought to take. the uncertainty of turning left or right. I fear me, I, all and nothing. Then I walk. I take the road… I step out. I fall, I run,…
Month: December 2015
I have no intentions, yet I smile
You! Sharp blue you! Will you trick me? Won’t you enchant me? Your lips have the magnetism of a flower high on Stravinsky notes. I look at them. Ignore the words. What’s that curiosity you evoke? I have no intentions, yet I smile. There is distance, yet you…