64

Sixty four, my sweet outdoor
Perfection without a direction
Infinity from multiplying divinity
Nameless, but shameless
Strong enough and never wrong
Smooth like a pray for ruth

Connection by natural selection
Love brought by a white dove
A cure for wellness and no lure
Universe answer, unfair curse
Deep circle in a powerful purple
Inspire from the sky, I need a fire
Artsy world for a mental disorder

Desire for a dream with blank theme
Have a chance or do a dance
Soul awakening and moon coloring
Rainbow above all makes them glow
Insecurity in the obscurity
Heartbreaking moments with the poets

Be aware of who you are
On the edge we meet ourselves
Nobody deserves ignorance
Cities are burning from infirmity
In warm hands we should trust
Unity keeps us healthier and stronger

Sirens and violins before funeral
Ivy tattoo and a rocker in the tree
Xanax pills to awake in the dream
Teen spirit and the hippie style
Yawn before a long damaged trip

Films and popcorn in cinema
Only kids allowed to watch it
Useless brains without creativity
Rusty people inside the box

Anne discovered the biggest secret

Lots of rules and no mercy
Imitating equality and respect
That’s how we lie to each other
Thanks to ignorance and fright
Limits keep us in an open box
Encourging us to never look up

Grey sky and dark eyes
Images of truth fly away
Ring finger with a diamond
Lonely time spent in the couple
Suicidal dreams before sweet sleep

Pumpkin taste on my thoughts
Orange vibe in my emotions
Effy is still quite and depressed
Timeless moments of suffering
River’s music into the woods
You are the water of my life

Season of horror stories, friday the 13th
Money and a coin in my deck
Whistle in the night for my demons
Special death and Bill is smiling
Groupie love under the moonlight

Born to be the other woman
Sensuality and deeper connection
Men’s attention on the blonde girl
Bloody attitude and whisper after heaven
Cherry infinity on my lipstick
Moans in the hotel rooms, on the beach
Goddess in the pool forever

I’m 64, I’m the one.

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A photo of Tina Aumont.

Open road

I was in the winter of my life when I started to look for people who can take care of me. In the beggining it was tough, I felt the whispers behind my back wherever I went. I tried to recover from inner bruises step by step and I succeeded in time. Streets were alone, with me by their side. Cars stopped and I smiled. No one asked about my story, no one tried to give me advises and it felt right. I didn’t look back at my past and I never pause on my way. Everything seemed perfectly fine and I was warm for the first time. I discovered my happiness nearly to a bunch of strangers so I kept to walk on my road.
I don’t need to be in a sticky situation. I don’t need boys who wear an appearance of men. My lovers keep my heart warm and my enthusiasm can be seen in my eyes. Freedom is when I meet the open road and when the unsafe place become the only one who protects me. I’m in love with fantasies. I sing a lullaby every night and I pray for new adventures. I dance under the stars and I scream with an attitude. I’m the baby of my soul partners. I’m Lolita.
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Inspired by a Lana Del Rey song, „Ride”.