“stone gods”

A little something which popped out of the uneasiness of working night-shifts, of being a night owl when all the centuries of preceding human civilization had taught you, quite the opposite: to feed during the day and to guard against the night, and of not moving on.

Like a feather.
master of its own grace.
Like a cathartic drug.
which makes its own peace.

There is no other girl like you.
And, He wouldn’t make me someone like you,
to protect, to cherish, to laugh with,”to fuck you senseless”,
For everything else I need, there is Liz. 🙂


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