the sun looks like a slice of oran…
tucked in my blue pullover on the…
under the thousand and twenty thre…
spend my days in an endless field of meadows, with sheep as big as bushes. wool as soft as clouds alike, knitted cardigans dyed with french pink. the sheep would carry me wherever. i wo...
his voice flows soft, like warm ho… hugging me snug from behind on a c…
the sky finally melts into a bashf… to slide down the horizon. i imagine sugar grains for stars a…
i munch my butterscotch ice cream, occasionally chewing the little gummy titbits of caramel toffee that sometimes get stuck in your third molars. the spoonful of chilled treat melts int...
picking strawberries in the mornin… under the sun. they blushed deep w…
it was a bright, sunny day with wools of sugar swimming in it. those wools then melting into a river of sweet puddle. strings of daisies and poppies sticking out in the grassy field. th...
pomegranate; red juicy jewels embe…
from where i lie i see the skies so clear that i see the crocodile float laz… a stork lands on the surface, it flies away with a guppy in its…
the cool summer breeze strokes my…
i sit my arse on the kitchen table, munching on the warm and buttery croissant with a mug of hot espresso on the side. and sigh watching the patissier laminate the flat, white dough wit...
let’s meet again... under that ble…
i picked the burning tuscan sun sitting in warm mutton soup with my chopsticks. and placed it in my mouth. the soft yolk spilt sweetly on my tongue. flooding me insides in yellow mellow...
