"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
of warm affections are covering this heathen filth beneath, reminder that
tender and gentle are not only abstract sensations designated for poets of old.
Soft variations of me are on a high rise, evaporating all former ruin somewhere
else, out of sight. Sympathy on this baby face, sparkle in these eyes of blue, smile
from within… all of this just because of a mere thought of you. Every season is
a season for love;)
smells different now, for the next best thing is you. How can you be complete
without me? And… why should I have a name without you? You and me, thirst and
claim me… own me… before someone else does;)