Sunday, October 24, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
That every time you came to me,
you followed me because you didn't want to dream.
I feel as if it's impossible to leave,
because I believe that I still haven't woken up from sleep.
Courage it takes- to hold a friend.
One that will keep you in their eyes,
one that turns into statue lying next your grave at night.
I thought I recognised you as you came from behind.
A world that created a garden of exchanges,
a field of revolutionising flowers wilting in your hands.
Yes dear Friend,
you were as empty as standing in a field at night.
Looking at you with your hands full of nostalgia,
I hope you find happiness in what you have picked,
because those flowers only grew once,
and now watching them die in your hands,
where there is no-
have no light.
TEXT & STILLS - THE FEMALE ZOO
Monday, October 4, 2010
I felt watched upon by the guarding Lotus.
As the pressure of life became so fragile
As the sky ovulated above my eyes.
You came down to touch me,
taking the depths of my insides.
Moving my late night climax's in a cycle,
legs laid wide open.
The world laid in front of me.
A moving notion of friction.
A moving noise of nature and myself,
tripping on sex.
TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO