A dust of magie noire on my wrist
a splash of moon drops behind the ear...

Family as well as friends
you can't always count on them...

I had a vision of a blue mountain
with wings at the bottom...

He is a man of no integrity
promoting violence, supporting hate crimes...

When I am writing
nothing, much less the outside world...

Monday, 4 December 2017
9:18 pm...

Tearing up paper, playing with paint
that I must do when dealing with certain feelings...

My dear darkness
it's time to say goodbye...

Days aré becoming shorter
nights seem longer...

Silence is often portrayed as pure gold
a chain necklace...

As a child I had no choice
other than be imprisoned with two mad adults...

I would like to believe
that it was God by your side...