nostalgia

Posted on by anna christ

the pain of remembering

desiring to go back

missing the taste of home

missing the taste of mothers breasts…

As if mother is a place – a shelter- pure delight

our imaginary home

the end of effort

Death!

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...