Dark clouds come typing themselves on my screen,
in fast strokes of angry blunter.
Funny, the ram would be tiger still thinks
he can rattle this panther.

I roll my eyes and wonder
should i roll my sleeves too
and with my arms push at shutter doors
of that dark place you go to.

But those shutters sure are heavy
and my hands are getting weak,
i try to think some happy thoughts
so I could sneak a peek.

But then it suddenly hits me.
Maybe it’s wiser to let it slide
You are you and if you need to hide,
you’ll hide.


Photography by Jean-Yves Lemoigne

Alien, alienated. That's me.

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