welcome back my old friend

“I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.” 
― Richard Siken

Malle

Each of us makes his own weather, determines the color of the skies in the emotional universe which he inhabits. -Fulton Sheen

my sky is as blue as your eyes on a summer day.

b/w Mallorca

Dich lachen zu sehen 

ist wie der sanfte Mondschimmer 

auf den wogenden Wellen.

can you feel it?

some things sound better unsaid.