You visit me at night, mostly,
a shadow, the past. Another
life, maybe. I wake up
panting. What for ?
But cabbage trees surely have a soul What for ?
Archives par mot-clé : black and white
passing time
I will chisel sentences, like leaves on trees, placed one by one, like commas, between the emotion of their existence and vain attempts, I will place words on the passage of time
Sans paroles/wordless : le monde aujourd’hui/the world today
haiku
amidst the wires
getting where you wanted to go
almost on time
haiku*
waiting for the night
to spell my mistakes one by one
instead of sleeping
*first posted in April 2019