silent ghosts

my cabinet of curiosities. sleepy birds.

he is darkness, which circles her like wild ravens flock, alights on her heart.

fairy tale about a girl whose body comes to life every night under his sensitive hands

there is in me such darkness in which wolves feast

sometimes wounds appear only when you look at me. I'm naked and full of light. 
lying on a bed which you carefully prepared for night. our sensitiveness laboratory. 
I see as my skin slowly dissect under your eyes blade. you feed yourself with me as a wolf.

from my diary: early august

silent light

fairy tale about a little girl who had to tame her lad again. there is a lot of fear which sound like his strong heartbeat (a sound that won't let me sleep because I listen to its regularity)

sad story about a girl who had to bring out the heart from the body of a sick boy. it now lies quietly in her hands and she rocks it to sleep.

fairy tale about a little girl, who wasn't afraid of death. her fragile bones looked as white coffins where birds used to sleep.

i met a girl who sleeps with silver foxes (volume i)

She's hanging here for so long. Silver foxes are running on the floor.

it was cold, winter morning (volume ii)