Grey cells and other pleasure

Might be the white drink or the tangerine pill found under my tongue

Or the German cold, enemy from the inside on this side of the icing wall, climbing from my lungs to my throat

Reaching my brain in colours and triangles

I shake my ears and hair but the blue is still there

On the corner of my heart, on the right behind the pink light

And so did it disappear, my love and my instinct

Mariell Amelie  - Self Portrait