I'm someone not like anyone. Not feeling the difference makes you everyone. I need someone like me. Who am I? A real woman in a fantasy place. Not falling into sleep, I dream awake day by day. See you in my dreams.
Eating and being eaten. We are food to each other. I'm always hungry in one way or another. I know the art of eating. Closing my lips tightly around a piece of delicious raw meat. Not any meat. Spiced with the butcher's love.
Not enough place here. Not in the mood to think about it. This is the place where we can forget about what we dislike and pursue what we like, love and desire. Each other.