Eliza's Blog

 Look front drill  dawn spells on fantasy world skein to unfold name the place where   i'm   looking for there i  find love find witches drink the magic potion beauty to become meet the man   i'm   dreaming on to   crusade  lavish the delicious form midnight i become plain,ugly as i born. Sorcery,valid exquisite fallen from a tree teach the braves the war in me specialise in   decieve narcissist is all i can be. 

Lying on my bed alone,just in my smallclothes here to the chamber of gone all my view in on spot on a picture on the wall figures dancing wearing dresses in elegant form as i slightly move sheets in dark colour coshins covered in velvet as i wriggle and wriggle fabrics touch special places that i ignore there in my chamber of forggeter were senses numbness out.... ....diffusing in the air this perfume scent of floral,woody blending so fresh,soft and sweet touch body senses wake me up at all waiting someone to knock the door a present will appear somewhere along... or i'm guessing wrong.... your presence is all i want knock to play the game of love body troubles my hands don't know where to travel for... here alone,in my chamber of totally absent... .....of no name.... ,,,,,can't help no more as i face, confront.... lust seeking pleasure all alone in my chamber of firedawn a dream in my realisation. ...

Eyecachers,explorers  travel on line pictures captured by eye mirroring,reflecting beauty charm captivated printed in numerous pictures where all ugliness was deleted as perfect meet un advanced intensity all beauty was taken in one second to traveling eye of perception where observation,details driven mind to abstraction that change channels flash signals like brainwash where eye see and shoot dozen of photos where blindness is revealed on man attitude, in selective view not necessarily blind but just denied. 

Open or close this speak to me excellent clothes photos of a lifetime useful little things or waste of money this tell to me your private life i see can't hide it from me. The drawer were all are arranged or in total mess as i learn to look through you a drawer that never open in a full dusty place were absent of man who don't care about possession or dead left all life in carve wooden drawers as life ended or sick,old  young sitting on a wheelchair where pretty clothes and fancy look left in a drawer as memories ready to sold out. The drawer of sexy underwear,satin,silk and cottonlycra look ready to deceive, the male in wild illustrious games where war and peace end in a bedroom drawer hidden in a closet, The drawer of my fantasy where desires written with colour glitter pens on black paper with turns and rhymes like poems waiting someone to read. Mind drawer sealed where secrets never told whi...

As i draw the curtains                            one by one the black curtains of mind a window appear as all thoughts disappear can sound  reflect the sight that leave vision to notice the magical colours of spring... in frond of the window in a stormy weather when rain leaves spots tears of my soul of a crying face as i watch the snow falling on a cold winder day the coldness of a heart trying to escape in front of the window as sun travels on a bright clear blue sky counting the days as seasons changing standing on my window of faith of total dissolution where pictures are changing pictures of mind that draw faces or landescapes... faces of wonder of sadness of desperation or total satisfaction then nature solitude of man's absent on a burning forest where wild animals running to survive.... on an ocean that govern tempest when fishes lost their way a...