cosmos or regnant
rampant or pregnant
or something
i couldn't quite follow it myself
i dream of being away: in a different life, in a different mood. there are red flowers big as cars, their stems bending with the weight of their heads. i glide past them, stretching my arm out to touch them.
but as i make contact with the petals, they turn to coloured smoke, all of them, and all i am left with are the wisps of their beauty.
My Interests
margaret atwood. "our secret place". red wine & a bit of cindy sherman. sylvia plath, the bell jar.
I'd like to meet:
Music:
who on earth do you think you are,
a super star?
well, right you are.
