For you sing, “Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrowOh my heart, Oh my heart shies from the sorrow” — Tim Buckley
Out of o
Esoteric contemplation on wasps in a jar
Numbers
Impulse of the pitiful dragonfly
Hedgehogs dillema
The Scream
That which is going to be, fights against being
The putting back
Process of possession.
Couple in love.
Pink training pants
Than just going away
Eyes like cold fire