day 012

this is a black monday and i dress accordingly.

drink accordingly : pinot meunier.

and in between, every other bite is a white heart cherry from the garden.

i do need some kind of balance.

every other bite is at my lip.

i don’t want to be seen today.

i wish i didn’t see today.

i wish i didn’t hear and didn’t feel.

 

i hazily remember a tap at my door earlier.

aunty or philippine.

but i don’t want to speak today.

only to you.

 

~

 

diary continues here ..

 

± texture is from les brumes. merci!

 

 

Done