Coming up this week: it will be round and coloured in the sun. Seems like nostalgia is entering everything and everyone. You don't need to have fun you need more than ordinary, so seek for the flowers of the night. as baudelaire said it some years ago. But in poetry there is no time, no yes or no, the middle part of you and everybody in the life cup. I'm writing stories.
Waiting for survival these days. We had some natural disasters in our area in past days. Too much water will kill you. And we all prayed for better future. and now I'm thinking: could it be so that all you really need, is just some patience. With a little help of my friends. Just dive into poetry. Even if yor waiting for the full moon. Tomorrow.