Every so often, it visits me. A cold needle breaks through. Ripped apart tightly stretched cloth of my heart — white.  A gap into the dark…

I follow the trail on your white porcelain-like neck that leads right to the Eastern star of my dreams.

I bite at you like mosquito bites at a porcelain doll. Fruitlessly.

Photographs that makes you wonder when was it taken… memories and dreams that makes you feel it happen yesterday. In other words – timeless…

I imagine diving deep into the sea. Translucent curtains of light slowly drown into the darkness. Self-illumined blue of sand underneath.

I have a feeling I can’t shake. Holding you is like holding a cup full to the brim  — any movement and emotions will spill. Its good I am…