Working out.

One 💙 it. The other 💙 it too.

You and I

We *ing love these things. We resemble and mirror each other.

You *ing like these things. You beautiful girl. You love this shit. You just can´t stop it. It´s higher than you and it is what takes and drives you. You live for it cause you *ing love love love.

Do you love me´ Will you love´ Only you can say it and do it. Even time will never tell it. It will never happen.

I do.

 After the work time you had to work and give an extra time to yourself.

Insatiable girl. You were dissatisfied. Weren´t you´

You hated it. The hatred rise, your hungriness, thirst and the anger rise and then you loved yourself in and out. You used to master bait after hours to fill your dissatisfaction and the juices of your wishes and delights.

No

Yes

Butt only the whole thing.

That someone, that somewhere place to live and home.

That *ing thing.

Sharing something with someone is always better than doing it by yourself and to yourself.

Please do it it with me. I´d love to share things with you. A walk, a word, an hand in hand. I´d love to caress you. To hold, touch and kiss you. To lead and take you home with me.

The whole thing, to be with you one minute or two in a place of your choise.

Tell me, what might be true´

Being alone, travelling and having casual affairs, chance encounters with your fantasies here and there. Sometimes with what da * is that thing. Lately electric. You beautiful girl. Others with the cover of the magazine, Mickey Mouse dissatisfaction and at the same time with the "random" screen # crew. (shit what are you saying to her´ Well what she said.) Truth or lie´ You were never alone, since you left London. The adventurous trips in the Middle East and your work on satellite television channels. Then the Pakistan affair. The derail after that and that island with dolphins in between. In the beginning unknowingly. Not aware of a presence so near you. You were unconscious, unaware, unwitting, ignoring. They were always there and still are without any doubt.

The war lands. North America.

Gods of war I call you to be with us. With her and with me in this war time. It´s the time for union, we are far from each other.

Yes, video running on chair podcast. Crew share.

Yes, what´ The trail, the grasss, the mountain kiss´ The eyes and the sky above´ A thoughtful thing. We imagine butt we´ll never know if we´re never together and don´t talk to each other. The chair. I´m sitting and reading your drafts. You are on top of me and dancing. I´m trying to understand you. Yes, I might understand something. No, I don´t understand a thing of what you are painting and saying here. You´re smiling. I told you not to smile. You´re smiling, are you asking me something´ You don´t need to ask, just do it.

Do you understand the things you write, say and do to me´

And now´ You are running marathons´ Is it what you are saying´

Yes, the king wants to run with you. On and on.

KiSSES

The things you write and what you say and do.

Shit

We have to move on. Go for it. Together we can and we will work it out.

Some come others go. In and out. A random chaos.

Odyssey is empty and parket on the street.

Odyssey noise and shake.

Noisy and shaky roads and trails aren´t good for the well being.

 

You're in no man's house. Whose house.

Alone´ No. Shit. Shit it is.

Your books and lights are on top of a piece of furniture.

You're organizing and updating your work and you have new ideas for future work.

What are your goals there´

Being between four walls, exercising your demons, running and rolling all over the walls, floors and between sheets.

The calm before the storm.

Quiet, Tranquility, Piece of Mind, Serenity

Taking care. Being well, sleeping and eating well. Living life. Reading, writing. The things you like to do.