she's like the wind....

she's like the wind....like a gentle breath....you can feel her, almost touch her...but the moment you turn away, she's gone...always just a memory, always just a beautiful dream that you wish was real.....she's the fantasy that will always haunt you.....

fluid

pages of her diary

no way out...

pages of her diary

"....just a broken puppet with a fractured heart, waiting to cut the strings of despair, until one day I shall rise again as my own creation..."

pages of her diary....

"Today I found my peace...with me, with you, with the world....

No imaginary projection of a farewell touch....

No soudless emotion of a painful thought....

Just me...."

identity

I’m light and darkness….Duality is my name….hiding myself in an imaginary projection, but yet revealing the soul that I’m still learning to grow…
Atracted to light, atracted to shadow, I still have to find my true identity…

wrapped around a feeling ...

Marlene

butterflies dream...

out of darkness of the chrysalis, freedom has never been sweeter….man or butterfly….it makes no difference

black magic woman

split personality