• Control

    11 jui. 2011, 16h28m

    I often dream that I’m in control, and then wake with someone’s hand in my mouth. I repeatedly swallow the fingers, but they always come back to touch my face. I just wish she would cut her nails…
  • Two wild dogs

    6 jui. 2011, 12h34m

    They live in my garden. Not the garden of my dreams, but that of my thoughts. Overgrown... With what I do not know. Sometimes I prune, but I mostly go there to feed. I feed not myself, just the two wild dogs. Most usually the one that bites my hand.
    I thought I was the sweetest thing I had tasted, until I met you.
    Now I want to destroy myself and start again.