. sometimes quite accidental encounter is recorded in the eye of the beholder .

. i love spying on my sister while she's in different bathrooms, and she loves that too (but will never admit) .

. in green .

. in black .

. in white .

. I hope tonight you will touch my h a i r & draw ghosts on my b a c k .

. meanwhile..something strange we've seen while walking between graveyard and hospital .

. farewell my black balloon .

 .tree that ate a child .

. I've been to a place where no b i r d can fly & no f i s h can swim.

.and the black rain comes down
the black rain comes down.

.water water everywhere

where no bird can fly no fish can swim.

.where no bird can fly no fish can swim
no fish can swim.

. instead of me crying for you, the things that are d e a d around me do .

. weeping wall .

                                                       .mellonCollie& theInfinite8Sadness.

  . weeping window.

. sister's b a c k * don't say you forget .

. I never remember street names or names of the people I meet, but I always remember minor things.

v i e nn a

. when days are s t o r m y, I can only feel g h o s t s of resonance .

. asphalt often hides some umbrella insect, little sun or ordinary dry leaf on his wet cheeks & we discover that if we have seeking shoes .

. every b o n e in your fingers whispering about the hidden p o w e r of your hands .

. when the g r e e n wave swallows me I feel it in my bones .

. sometimes I catch a glimpse of her t r a pp e d in the eye of the mirror .

. sometimes I dont even know where& who I am .

. when the m u s i c stops we shall still d a n c e .

. sometimes, the street is the only place where we meet ourselves as l o v e r s .

. is it deja vu or or I'm just dreaming it all.