Life has become like a fugu dish – Pushes you till you swell like a blowfish. Plays around with you like a skilled chef, every day on edge like dicing with death. Staying positive is quite the luxury. Its poison flows rapidly and violently.… Continue Reading “Fugu Dish”
in front of the fireplace I fall asleep and dream of snow that will come upon me
ink on paper, yellow lamplight glows above; light wind and stars
“Not enough hours in a day” – for slaving to the system? no, thank you, go away!
all day, all day long I wait for few minutes of romance to share… that someone wasn’t there…