Thursday, September 27, 2012


give us
some kind of plan
for stressed soul
lost between numerous words
evaporating from the shallow
surface of the brain

to fight, to knot, to fit
all the to-know-necessities
in the smallest space
of focus


My house is a little bit lovely tramp house.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012


(Yas, I live in da countryside)
(And I knit)
(And I taking like bad quality photos)

Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different?