The door sits still awaiting opening.
The howling wind sounds the alarm of what is next to come.

Then comes a knock.... I walk slowly to open the door.

Just to see a storm....a nightmare but dream.....such familiarity in this dejavu reality of this moment.


Although you.... with your relvoving face changing
To dream
To nightmare

Nightmare to dream

How can I look at you ...into your eyes and see my past and future self.....Past and future lovers to come.....Is it you....or a future face of another....Maybe it both that stands here of the underlings

One thing is certain is the stitch you seem to carry throughout it all

As it...