The Looking Glass

Tonight, I don’t recognize myself. Who is the stranger looking at me in the mirror? Is she me? I am not sure I am part of her body anymore… Yet, this body I am living in can’t be denied anymore. I am not allowed to ignore it, my body is more and more present by the minute. I feel like I am exploring new organs, new members, I am pierced by extreme feelings. … More The Looking Glass

The fall

CARTE BLANCHE #2 I am an addictI am addicted to meeting youHow it makes me feelSparkles Butterflies fireworksI am going for itRunning for it I just want to feel My own skin my own nerves my own heart I am not a love junkieI am a fall junkie I am addicted to the danger of … More The fall