I want to honor myself by choosing pen and paper. They are my weapons of choice. With them I reflect on my experiences in life, reflect about myself, try to make others reflect.Try to inspire others. I express myself - in the way I know the best. I undress myself and make myself visible. I look at myself in the mirror, and see the clown, and turn the mirror towards you and hope you'll see it too :-)
Peace.
when the dream fell apart,
you held me.
In sweet reminder you held me.
Meet it, for it is also part of you;
It is fuel for the way home.
In sweet reminder you held me,
pain fuels love, and such is home.
(mother, you are home)
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