A discursive journey through passion for love and life. I want to look back on the tales i tell,. And know i grasped a some-thing. When the ink of my tattoos has run together,. The lines blurred and edgeless. I want to have found the line of the some-thing. In a zig-zagged stitch of mad love. When the day comes that my hair has grown coarse. For the colour leeched from it,. I want to look back on a technicolour scape. Of improbable pieces and patterns.

Saturday, June 18, 2011. No matter how much time has gone by, I always longed to be beside you,. Its strange to wonder how I would have wanted life to be if you gave me a chance,. I would have done anything to turn things around, even if it meant learning to dance. I wish that you would look into my eyes and tell me what you see,. Crushes you get over and the tears go away,.

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A Love Sign-Exploration into Love Energy via Words, Sounds, Science and Visuals. You can call me a Dreamer too.