shades of blues and dirty purples
tanking
this sinking feeling
for once, these are images taken with an actual camera. click to see larger versions. thankgod for friends with SLRs and their generosity 
a ceiling
and a sinking feeling
that the purple around the sun
is imaginary,
and, actually, the night road is
dark circles around my eyes.
my smile lies;
it likes lying.
a petrifying thought of fakeness,
and that grapes
were never sweet or sour.
it was simply one hour of a nap
when i dreamt of a Huysum canvas
yesterday on a lonely evening
or the day before;
all i am
is tired feet on a cold floor
and purring of a warm shower,
sour grapes
and my smile that fakes
happiness
