The strange sensation that your flesh is not enough, it can not contain you any longer

I have no clear thoughts lately, just fragments of what i want to see

Places, flowers, a piece of cake, colors, shapes...thoughts

The devils dance

Sun with rain, Cold with worm wether

"Crock madam" dish dropping to the floor, and a starving pigeon picking up piece by piece

Like playing an association game, the images will fall into place