All this time my work has been mute, and not untill recently that I learned to let go of my repression from  myself.
I found out that I love capturing moods and atmosphere, not just moments.
So I sit , smoke and contemplate about the blend of my captured moments and my mumbles of thoughts.

Contemplating Death

                 Margaret and I

when margaret dreams...
she dreams of lollies
she dreams about bubbles,
pink fluffy things floating  on air
Very very good dreams...

when margaret think...
she think of happy thoughts
she think about doing well at school
she think of other good things

when margaret remember...
she remember her childhood
she remember daddy that love her
she remember of loving

when margaret comes home...
she can't wait to get there
she can't wait to rest on her bed
she just cant wait!

when margaret close her eyes...
she daydreams about nick
she remembers kissing his lips
she remembers the smell of his hair
then she run to see him after

thats too about margaret

when margaret love...
she would love until it hurts
she would sacrifice
she would love deeply
she would love whole heartedly

when I dream...
I dream of nightmares,
I dream of big dogs that barks at me
I dream of loosing my shoe
Bad bad dreams...

when i think...
i think about my hurts
i think about self destructions
i think of other bad thoughts

when i  remember...
i remember about my past
i  remember of being loved
i then remember not to remember

when i came home
i took a longer journey
i loathe every second of being near
i don't have a home

when i close my eyes
i remember of somebody i love
i remember of kissing his lips
i remember the smell of his hair
then i wept for a lover that  i lost




       then so do I...

*chiqbanana
dedicated for Mon Pettite Vulcan, The Philosopher