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Right now the sorrow won. A sucker punch of self doubt. I'm in bed, naked and aching from the needle sharp pains that seem to living in every joint. She's gone, up north, running away from her own demons, to towns and places where she can forget her face. How can I forget that face? Those witchy eyes and that cinnamon skin and the way...
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I saw the circus last night. Wild performers, on wires and lines, almost naked and crazy savage. I cheered and I laughed, and then... I cried. I suddenly knew what it was that I had wanted to do with my life. I want to be there on the stage, under the big top. I wanted to ride in vans and buses and laugh and love...
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This is how it starts, with doubts and worries and stark fears, bleaching the world, reveling all her details... then it's warmer, and there is movement, but still on that stage you can't help to be blue, because everything that begins, will end