Stormy-01.10.26-later

Chasing shadows at night

Chasing each the in the rain

Shadows comforting

Cooking up some medicine

To share with pink spiders

Underground

The one with

emerald eyes (like the North Sea)

A shock moonlight colored hair

We find each other when the sky is crying

When the others fade

We know the lightening’s names

We come to life

Poison (racing that Centre of soul/brain) 

Ascenseur pour l'échafaud. on turn table

Blue smoke the rain pounding  

Stormy such a perfect name

Wild raining down on us

Nourishing

Breaking drought

passion