Here I will put my twisted thoughts, stories and poetry that's in my soul. Has been long in the cold, now it's time to share for anyone who wants to read or recognize themselves in these stories. Has always written in my books that they belong to everyone, you one nothing...
söndag 17 juni 2012
THE BLACK DRESS
Will the black dress ever come back ... no, it can never come back it was torn apart and dissolve throug time. The black dress was free, it lived for the day ... memories are there, the feeling is still there, but now it's free. Those hands that tore the dress, was that an act of love or pleasure of the moment .. Those hands could not talk about their innermost desires, they kept quiet in the silence. The black dress knew that those hands would move on to other dresses that were her friends. The dress knew the end was near, it would never be worn again .. who did not wear a black dress sometime in her life..
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