Photographer csallai
My mood swings like a rocking chair,
without the lovely words to listen and at the same time
endless story's to tell.
I always thought I was Zorro. Ore I am just shy.
I can speak, say what I want, without being heard.
I'm invisible in a visible world.
Almost magic, like the clouds above my head.
Like me they are moving, changing, from a flower into a wild beast.
Wild and cannot be tamed, cannot and won't be changed.
Scared with a smile on my face. Longing for the.
Warm words, hands, a body who rocks me.
Like my mood swings like a flower in the sky.