#239 (hiking high)

riding the waves of pleasure and pain cold wind in my face warmth coursing through my veins a hiking high slipping, falling getting up again laughter deeper than the low hanging sun the branches missing my face by an inch but still that crisp afternoon I freed myself again   © Matthias Geh, 23rd March … Continue reading #239 (hiking high)


#184 (white fog)

betrayal the soft embrace of sinister substances dampening my pain and everything else a sharp aching becomes a dull throb barely noticeable my body relieved my liver is not the path  slippery the border to addiction wide-open always a choice and I keep forgetting how pain really feels my mind lost in a white fog … Continue reading #184 (white fog)

#88 (seven stops)

  trapped between disgust and compassion watching him sway and spray his heavy perfume of sweat and booze the girls with the pigtails bags full of trash disguised as dresses princesses of fake silver and fake smiles wrinkling pink noses not fake yet the guy with the wavy black mane changing seats in a  rush … Continue reading #88 (seven stops)