SUMMER SOLSTICE
nobody could touch me now
my skin would burst like glass
nobody could talk to me now
the words would cause a
thunderstorm inside my head
nobody could love me now
my heart is spiked with frost
my legs are too weak
to carry the weight
of missing you
I envy the birds for
their unburdened flight
as the pain of the height
of summer without you
cuts through my body
The more I am intrigued by the visual menu this planet has to offer, the more I desire to capture it with my camera and display my own version of it. Browse thru my visions and see the poetry in them, feel the storm and the secret inside of every picture. "A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know." (Diane Airbus)



