• ...inside and out

    like fumbling steps in the haze?…

    …about the difference between dream and reality, like fumbling steps in the haze… a wasp buzzing on the window, time is universe your hand behind me, can feel the heat your hand in my hand, on my body, can feel the heat… a wasp buzzing on the window, time is brutally obvious your lips on my neck, can feel the desire your lips on my lips, on my cheek, can feel the desire… a wasp buzzing on the window, time has taken time out your mind is open, can feel the depth your mind in my mind, both lost in the depths… a wasp buzzing on the window, time is…

  • ...inside and out

    Something that gnaws at my soul

    Type rather private. It’s difficult to be as private as I wish, out in the cyberspace. Who will read and who will not. What will people think… But what’s the purpose, otherwise, to have a blog? Just some thoughts coming through my mind. Those days it feels like my life laughing at me and playing with me. It’s something that gnaws at my soul. Although I do know that my children who now have grown up as very nice well behaved talented persons… I feel like a very very terribly unsuccessful mom. That’s the thing. You should have a well paid job. Should’nt you? And when you don’t… everything is…