I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)

we want a meaning where there isn't one (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

justified braggings

a natural hierarchy

these days of youth grow shorter, while my lips are bleeding for relief. [3/3: "A COLLECTION OF: ODES TO YOUTH"]

revival

i want to taste strawberries, the first snow and your lips.

when God looks at me He sees God (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

three things are certain; growing old, uncertainty, and death. © eliora, 2020 | (p #433- 0602184)

who are the gods? are they us?