I was asked to define myself

I’m an ingenue existentialist
(or existentialist ingenue, I "serve" them both in equal surrenders)
A poet
That used to be love personified

An old walking sorrow offering cookies to people passing by ...

I’ve sat down quietly

I’ve sat down quietly
Trying to listen
Trying to find
Even the muffled of sounds
Whispers of once loud proclamations to the greatness of love and life

But nothing
No sound

All is quiet

All but my tears
Those vain, stage lovers
That dance to their fullest
In my miserable hours

I want to take revenge
To kill those tears (to dry them out)
But kill is such a passionate word that can no longer be “carried out” by me

Me, the poor illusion of my former self ...

Delusions of an ingénue

Do I go looking for love in all the wrong places?

Some could say that I do ...

But I look for it everywhere
Should I go look for it nowhere?

Where is nowhere?



Where?

A loud and pleasant laugh is aloud ...

I’ve fallen out of love with love

I have bad news
Never happened before

I ran out of love in me
How is this possible?

I am love personified
...
I used to be love personified ...


Now no more sweet metaphors or romantic desires in me left to communicate, to put into words ...


I’m no longer in love with love


All dried out

The other story ...

The story goes …
It could be … but its not.
Will it ever be?
Who cares?
I don’t anymore …

It’s too damn hard, how come it’s so hard?


I had enough of my heart, i'm shutting down …

I’m gona become a nun,
and dance (and sweat) till I have no more water in me for tears …

I’m still gona keep this blog in “honour” of the future, what it could be and the chance of finding you out there … it’s only because I have those things in my heart and I need to let it out, otherwise it would explode, I have no choice, it’s my fucking romantic nature.

But I also have no more hope,
no more faith in finding you,
its over,
I’m done.

I don’t want to feel anymore …

the story 3

Everything began yesterday ...

the story 2

I don’t remember falling asleep ...
But I do remember dreaming ...

the story 1

Woke up from a bad dream just to find out that it isn’t over …


more and better pictures soon