Si lance.

you relentless creature.
yeah you.
please help.
i'm asking you,
nicely.
i want you to open your eyes.
to open your heart.
to open your big mouth and breath in the shadows,
so that they'll let the sun shine.
breath in eveything.
everything harmful to me.
please.
i'm asking you,
nicely.



« I never thought poetry was opening your legs the fist minute, opening your grave the next. » [the monkey's mask]

hopefully, I'm way far from being a poet.

what a life hey.

Laurie.