Woods lake blue, yellou lilies uploud .

Twitching in white circles, he shuddered a boat.  And I pass along the sides, like Listening, Waiting. Her reedy to rise and fall smoothly on my chest .Charmed to float sum soft light of the month.But it comes...lonely in vain sigh and suffer.

Sweet sorrow....My body`s made of cells and cells are made to keep you ceged / I keep awake to celebrate my sweet escape / I`ve seen the flames of this hell and made it either way / So why be afraid, It`s okay /When this small talk graces keep me warm / Like a small-pox blanket in a storm / When the rainfalls and entrenches all that gets touched / Making evergreens to defend against the next one / If I keep it up eyes shut and me feet are stuck / Icarus wings adjust just so I can reach the sun / These are symtoms of an optimist / Melancholia kissed him on his bottom lip / And here I am, a picture of accomplishment / Mixture of the opposites insecure and confident / So is this a path of glory / Or a dead end to a lonely saddened story / Where I buried my confession I married my depression / And so I oblige breast stroking side to side / Till the stroke inside my breast gets hold and I abide /It`s a trend that I`ll follow in time / I pretend that I ought to be fine / I set to write a portrait out of my emotional confessions / This is spring cleaning for a closet full of bone collections / I`m not alone the monochrome is so infectios /

Water flowing in the Carpathian Mountains

Water flowing in the Carpathian Mountains

Tear

Far away is my love

I just want to lose your meat / Odors me drunk / Wish flood me with their secrets / The chid in me laughing woman rushing / Tenderness, concrete, ilogical and rebel pussy .../ What, again, will beat his fist on the table ... the eternal feminine elegance co dementia / ... For she`ll include you learn, you kill in her blood, mixing whit avidly / And squeeze all the juice being fantastic, what a slow leavens in your being ...

Today is my birthday and tis is the icon from my grandmother

Green Lake  

What is Melancholia?