Face – PICS & POETRY

Checking in

I decided – to check in forever – into myself.

Eyes shut open – with a broken story on the lips – running scared.

In black and white – facing the surreal art performance – a trial in tango.

An exploratory mind – screwing itself up in a mantle of fantasy – which never existed.

Skrivpuff: Iförd.

A quiet story – told by an open face – sealed with tears.

In the mirror
a captured vision of life
facing lost freedom.

Such brittle sense – in seductive breathtaking tunes – strings of love.

Face the body – safety for butt, boobs and brain – hat’s on.

Counting one two… – every good thing is three – so I’m the best.

That walkabout – choosing the filter bubble – missing reality.