My London life. Things I see, things that keep me alive. I hate distance and time zones and age differences and people who make me feel things. I feel safe in the company of men. Their voices gives me security.
Hot bath on a Saturday afternoon
dad at the train station,never seeing him again,
Battersea park in spring,
Charlottenburg and Schlosspark covered in snow,
summer bride on Rue Lamarck,
mon coeur, education sentimentale,
fear of forests, strawberry lips, blackbird singing,
my midnight blue dress,
little girl waiting all by herself,
darkness and silence, waiting for the sky,
rebellion of the brain, teach them to fly,
the memory of this hot summer day in the attic,
the beauty of words,
feeling your voice, caressing your pain,
the way you say I don't understand,
the desire, page after page after page,
solitude, the orange morning light,
and you, if you ever read this.
That's my life.