That Day

The day started with a cold shower,drops
Hitting her neck like needles,
Reminding her that it was just as cold outside.

The Spring had never come, just like Summer,
The green winter was an illusion.

That day she preferred candles to sunlight.
She lifted her hand to dim the light
While she was finishing the last sentence
And warms drops had started to mud her keypad.

The men who needed saviour.

There were many of them; the men who needed saviour. They were unarmed, defeated with a baggage full of melancholy. Too many visions had led to confusions. At first glance we found it charming; an unhealthy foundation of our pity and their shame.

Like with a water well, we lowered our ropes waiting to hit their depth of darkness. What was life without a challenge?

Whether it was a determination worth admiration or desperation could be discussed.

E.Y.

Mouth for L'Orèal.

Irving Penn (1986)

Vampire state of mind.

You wake up one morning, lonely, drained and thirsty not remembering what came over you last night. A look in the mirror stumbles you when you are shocked by the bitemarks on your neck and the paleness of your face. Every part of your body aches. Yesterday's sadness and despair that made you do what you did,is now replaced by emptiness.

But if there is one thing that's worse than sadness, then that is to be senseless.

E.Y