• I keep the photographs
    The faded black and white
    The black is now a rainy grey
    The white, a sickly yellow

    I drew them
    The monoprint past
    The technicolor future
    But never the present

    They told me it was wrong
    That I needed to observe
    The real world
    Not my imagination

    I look out of windows
    They make sense to me
    In my life, the sky
    Never thouched the ground