Stalker

Everywhere I look I see a part of you. Your skin is in every other man's body, your hair color is the same as the gentlemen's passing by, your shape is in all of the shadows surrounding my own... under the pale blue skies, you stalk me. I can't help it but to think of you... so much I see you in every nook and cranny of the streets... so much I can feel you even when you're miles away from me...

Love of writing

When I write I let go of myself and dive deep down in everything that surrounds me... and then words pour out... and I tremble within. I find ecstasy. Complete and pure ecstasy. And then I realise that is when I find myself -- laetitia, happiness. Writing... and loving every minute of it.