icespringbreaker

Yeah. let s kill it.let s destroy them all . all our emotions .all our love.all that we had .this is what he wants .grow up baby

Basil growing up

high to the sky and the sky is the ceiling .Why does it feels like I learn to write again ?Little grains of soil, hidden roots , wonderful layers of green leaves healing my heart , a grey sky behind and the edge of the window .
more green :two frogs embracing each other, ready to jump or just waiting .Wetness of skin,kind of cold , good feeling these July days.
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relationship between two spots of red

when overlay , becomes very ambiguous. Thus, one has to play the opposite .Turning pink maybe .

three moments of love :1,2,3.then silence .inside the, the ice everything is possible

the scent :from the bed to the library's drawer and inside there the shoes,black shinny pumps 7 inch heel that fit on the foot very well.intense pleasure.
August 27 1986: birthday in the kitchen .soldiers uniforms drawing shadows around .bitter.far away the highschool gate ;hiding the uniform cap in the school bag and back.burned.windy weather and joy of doing nothing .and back. bed.Very low,the springs movement too loud and pleasure again.smelly slippery liquid streams spreding quickly and drying.break
the scent: dress and HR powder persistently.toes.doing dark shape of foot around the smell of paper

do not abuse words.it sounds like an old forgotten song.do not abuse words.

I am totally obsessed with state of cocoon .It''s like you stay there for a while and you grow grow , amazing things are happening in there and then you just come out , you burst and you are not pretty butterfly and the world is not all flowers so you want to go back..? protection ?... may be ...