Go *0% Plastique*…

— Christoph Niemann

“There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.”

— William Blake

… And she’s sitting on the same old chair… looking outside the foggy window, watching the snow fall in thirteen different shapes… the truck turns into the narrowest street and the only warm soul is the hot dog mate under his *yellow* shield…

The clock

is

ticking

11:39:41

42

forty three,

four

and

five

tick

and

tock

F$^%in’ hell!

she has

*butterflies*

all around her;

drowning down

in her mind,

her own soul

and

her veins.

S

– So let’s hope something good happens soonish.
– The good has already happened in your heart cause you have a soul.
– Hmmm…
– Oh, yes!

“When you are dealing with the blackest side of the human soul, you have to have someone who has performed heroically to balance that out. You have to have a hero.”

— Ann Rule

The room is frozen with nonsense;

full of irrelevance not less than a harsh poke

right into my head.

My words to you:

Your quietness does not bother me;

it only makes my smile wider than

yesterday.

S

I said a big farewell to *oh-nine* three nights ago… stopped the speedy roller coaster by walking on wet cobblestones of ancient Roma, puffing on Marlboro (the light ones!) days and nights… quite well caffeinated…

Got back to reality fully calm and promised myself to read more (already half way through Bauby’s “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly”), to write more, to listen and observe my surroundings more, to give out more love and bigger smiles, to be a better soul to my own self and the rest of the world… and for them I wished less guns and more roses…

Buon anno!

S

The green ceiling
atop the reddish bricks
breaks my heart
into
“wordless worlds.”

I want to live
with no eyes staring at
my life;

In a world
less any tears
and guns.

S

Dear *man* above:

Thank you for putting me to the test.

I think I’m doing a good job this time!

Très yours,

S

“I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. and I can picture us attacking that world, because they’d never expect it.”

— Jack Handey