Eden’s tea

in the forbidden garden

Dear diary,

to think of you
to dream of you
silly, to think
dreams, out of my control

Dear diary,

There she is
Slipped in quietly at dawn
Climbed onto bed and
Said she'd spend the day with me
Sometimes she leaves at night
Sometimes she stays a few days

Sweet and sour. Sweet and sour. Just like when you would talk at the right hour.

Dear diary,

I feel centuries old. My heart has turned to stone, my hunger knows no limits. I am haunted by feelings that seem distant and unattainable.

I’ll leave you a trail, traces of me, in hopes you’ll find me again…

The most beautiful view of the moon at sunset