All i could think in my head,
Was to run!
Find something to catch on, and just run!
…Run! Run! Run!

My mother is a story teller
She likes it sensual in the hands of a mistress
She likes it creepy on a scary coastline
She likes it bright on a sunny morning
She likes it beautiful on the petals of a flower

My mother nature tells stories
Some soothing
Some hard to comprehend
And all in all
I love her.

I love to look at you
Beautiful flower
I like your color
And the soft touch of your petals
But oh
You are an illusion
Beauty I create with my own eyes.

Does?
Little ***** Guy?
Has sense of aesthetics?

A girl with a rainbow boot
Comes stealthily to my garden.
I only know,
She is there,
When I see flowers

Yesterday I saw two butterflies.
White!
Chasing one another.
It amazed me.
The thought of what made them stick together
Was it glue?
A needle and silk?
Fluffing arms,
They followed each other all the time

They come out of nowhere,
I like that,
I love this…
When I have written,
I have made it visible.
It is, as if i have known something
I would not have otherwise.
Somehow!
I manage to touch physically
And invisible software.
For who knows why?
Installed on me.