Je sais que tu n'aimes pas ta réalité

Tu sais que je n'aime pas ma réalité

On ne peut pas fabriquer la vérité

They're all gone, she'll begin as just elements again

Tumbling in the solar winds; in and out they'll spin in a different direction

tibi ipsi dic vere

the sky is the ocean

sleeping and waking and tossing and turning and feeling and being and slipping into sleep again

Fresh air, perfume in your nose
There will be teeth in the grass

Spend our whole life seeking shelter

re-blogging

These two were taken by Adam Moco.

Taken by Jeff Glaab.

These were all taken in France...

More re-blogging to come, now I am on a hunt for old photographs.

you should turn into something

and ask me to open up the gate for you...

the backward step

when an unstoppable

force meets an

immovable object...

take me take me back to your bed

i love you so much that it hurts my head

i don't mind you under my skin

i'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.

i wish that i could tell you right now

that i love you

but it looks like i won't be around

so you won't know

my body is a cage that keeps me from dancing with the one i love

there are cities and towns and townships

and mountains and fields of poppies and yellow flowers and gypsies

and where are you?