To travel the world
and shoot the palces I've seen
the books I've read
and the stories I've visited.
.
To share them with you
for when I'm gone
you get to see where I've been,
who I've become.

To drink freshly squezed juice,
to feel alive in the sun.

Oh how would it be nice,
if spring was coming.

My book is falling apart
in my hands
as I read it.

With these caring hands
I'm trying  to hold the pages together.
Please hold out a little longer.
I'm not done with the story,
not done with you yet.

No happy end
No ever after.

I'm your cup of tea


left alone for to long,
grown cold and bitter

The perfect lighting,
in the perfect mood
to take my time
and shoot some nudes

I just have no one to send them to.
Can I send them to you?
^^

hehehe

our days are numbered
time is running thin
change is coming
say goodbye to your kin

it breaks out
like a volcano in the night
you wake up in another world
unable to turn back, you take up the fight

What to do,

read a book in the sun
pair a cigarette with coffe
visit your old hometown
work till you tire from exhaustion
work out and hate yourself
stare at the sky and listen to the wind,

instead,
when you can't be hugged,
can't be loved.