I’m craving for your soul
A mindless fool wandering in a dream
full of darkness and love
Thoroughly embraced by the suns wrath
When will I hear your mind?
When will I hear your thoughts?
Around it swings and never comes to fall, but it rests
Hold my liquor, hold my soul!
I’m drunk of yours.
My every mind is twingled by substance,
and I even taste it! But -
When will I hear it?
„Mein Herr, die Kunst ist alle!“
Last of the roadsters… 1975 C3 convertible in Steel Blue
I’ll admit, there are some days I feel ‘unfunny’. Like my sense of humour escaped me or I left it behind absent-mindedly. I dislike those days. Sense of humour is a neat suit of armor. Keeps me all free and easy on the inside and disarming on the outside. My steps are lighter, my lips aren’t set…
Where is my art?
Where the fuck is my art?
Fuck, I love growing up.
Today I met the snake.
We played a few games, but she, who looked like a mouse to me, couldn’t hide her green skin and scared me. The braver I tried to be, the less playful she was, running around me, and never away; but never to my hands.
Until, we just sat silently. And more and more, I saw her dangerous teeth and reckless eyes. These eyes - they made me search for the mouse, where did it go? But it was never there.
And it is so sad to know that the snake is a mouse trapped in a cage, but forever, she will believe to be a bird.