Blackout #58

Stressing the words to do battle so cunningly it blinded all.

Blackout #57

Silence like darkness tested the weak who looked for light.

Like a bird forced to sing, she wished to fly.

They wanted to be loved. They surrendered in a fairy tale and in a collective moan asked for more.

Is this enough? No.

Reflection in the window, couldn't help thinking she looked like a painted china plate glued together after dropping it.

She saw the billions of stars. Big fucking deal. Each was a ball of burning fire.

The impression of pleasure was for you.

Fell in love by the seashore calm and free in spirit.

I am searching the horizon in hope.