camera's back. portfolio's gone to Glasgow School of Art (Eeeeeeek!).
so long, dA!
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A Struggle for Comprehension So he's gone.A Struggle for Comprehension by ~Melange-Tox-Kiev
I do not understand it;
How can a person be lively and
Vibrant, joyful bursting forth with
Humanity, humour, energy, love
One day
And a cold shell the next?
Where has my lover gone?
There is nothing in the solid shape before me
It's meaningless
I struggle to comprehend how the
One I love can have left;
Where is he now?
Where is my lover?
What gap did he slip, invisible in the
Darkness of eternity, through, out of
This world?
And how can I follow?


You Can't Choose You Can't Choose between Love and LifeYou Can't Choose by ~Melange-Tox-Kiev
Her. Yes, her: whose room always smelt of the turps she used to clean paint brushes, and the coconut body moisturiser she sometimes requested I massage into her back after we showered together; whose bedsheets were fragranced with a cocktail of her favourite perfumes (a list of which I can still, after all this time, rattle through easily: Kenzo Amour and Flower, Thierry Mugler Alien, Estee Lauder Pleasures Intense, Armani Remix); the sweet spice of old tobacco; Herbal Essences shampoo and the light, warm notes of her own body scent and our sex. All of these things I can still recall with per