insomnia

i was caught in the web of my own perception... on you... on me... on the others... my lever pain is telling me that

i was waiting for the iceberg to melt... they say that only its eighth part is visible for the eye ("l'essentiel c'est invisible pour les yeux", A.S. Exupery)

the ice was so thin... mother do you know they' ll try to break it?

today i found myself in a pair of coconut earrings ... something exotic for the soul

the tips of our fingers can feel the truth ...