Wine stole my tongue

And I told my friend of those dark secrets her new love has shared with me and when I saw the hurt in her eye I realised how deep she has fallen.

Everyone loves dogs, no?

If it's true then Markus and I will only temporarily be left by Amelie during the time that my dad is here. If not I will live through the rest of my time here as an alien in my own flat.

Lashing down still and just barely made it back without getting drenched.

My new timer is proving to be a sound investment as it ticks away.

His name is Markus

As the rain continues to pour down the little fluffy foxy looking flee circus listens to the name I thought he wanted to call himself. He is Markus. After my dear friend Marcus, but with a K. I really miss Marcus. It’s been a very long time now since we talked. Last I heard he was deeply madly in Love, with a girl with two names and their son Tiago.

I am glad I have Markus.

the first

I love rain and misty and greyness falling down from the mountains making this very much in between and closer to something that can only be sensed behind the veil of conciousness. Out there behind the horizon is a new beginning that will stay hidden until I have cracked the riddle. So what is that feeling in the chest in the morning when sleep still lingers? Why is dreamland all of the sudden on the chaotic side at the moment? The journey continues and smallness grows. I love the rain and the greyness of the clouds.