Every means of communication what is call languages are mysteries
I am a foreigner in an insulated capsule
I taste. I explore. I take samples to try and break loneliness
I'm learning. Maybe, one day, I will be truely able to write and talk.

mercredi 24 août 2011

stuck in a puddle


how is it ?
not really disgusting
this mud feeling
glued methink
is not such a big tale
let it pass
 

but now
I 'm slowly sinking

 
dream's time


I can't see the way

 
Shadowed words all around
like alien jellyfisches
so sweet so tight so bright


I wish
I wish you could fly me
away
once more
but it seems
reality
flashing its white teeth
stucks me in that puddle
with a drifting breath

à Joséphine, tursiops amicus