Flash and short

There I am… thin, tall occult gentleman sitting in the front row, admiring the view. In front of me stretches only time, a life worth every effort. There is yet a discovery to be made, in the labyrinth of my dirty intentions; one of those things that change the mainstream, it doesn’t matter in which direction, as long as there is change…

It comes to me as a surprise, in my depraved attempt to burn a little more hope…

She comes first, and then the Sun;)

She comes as a surprise, welcome as it is. With such an angelic fragility and totality only in beauty she moves the ground beneath my feet, so that I can be closer and closer to her. And she writes her name all over me, so that I can be hers and hers alone. When she sees, she sees exactly what I see; and when she feels, she feels me, and I can only feel her. An attraction of all my senses, seduction of this total me - and she slowly and inexorably becomes that force which connects all of my cells together…

She’s no dream… she’s realization of dreams, a solid proof that love takes shape.