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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

I have no idea who you are

Today I feel like a carcase.. I know I will not be able to explain
why.. perhaps..instead of a carcase. I am book, a hard cover book
with all the pages removed.


I think - Posted at 09:28 PM on September 7, 2007 by monday to friday
Did I forgot to tell love that I was human. I am now a carcase, you have picked at me, fed off me and now what I have mistaken for passion turns out to be blood that pours out of the tiny holes left by wounds from the knife you carry. I do not know you at all perhaps you are a chameleon, a spider? loving us all taking it all from us. I am now a hardcovered book with all the pages torn out. you can't rewrite this one, it is not fiction dear noble man.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i think this photograph is beautiful
your words are a little haunting