He touched me
And it felt
As if
The stars were dancing
Across my skin

I wrote myself
A story
To live
A mask
Covering the pain
The things I want
To keep hidden
From the rest
Of the world
But
What if
I'm starting
To think
That
I want them
To know?

~Fin.

when someone loves me
i am afraid of it

i am talking about
undisguised love
day by day
tiny bits of myself...







...take off my mask.

a man who is about fifty years old has been suffering from
dementia. (demented people can't remember many things anymore; and they might have a hard time to say anything.)

his name is m.

m. is a silent guy. he talks barely and doesn't tend to look at
people.

i lived together with him for eleven days. most of our time, we were hanging around, smoking cigarettes.

one day, i put some music on. by aventura. one of their songs is called "obsesion". and when m. listened to his song, he changed.

his eyes were glowing with joy.
for real.