october baby

it is still warm, whatever the german warmth of a beginning fall means after it having been a spring kinda summer. indian summer a few days but they call it something else. serges in the kitchen with a boar machine and i have been waiting days for him in the bed

shammy n me. day and night. maybe i have become more like my father. just a girl version . day and night. i have noticed i had shared with him all of my sadness and worries and only the good possibilities with my mother. its balanced out now i am sure.