From April, 2023


Special Ones The special ones are all asleep. Their friends; the animals the plants and elements watch over them. They long to play and laugh again, to leave the watching to the stars, with outstretched hearts as ripened fruit. That all these ancient new-borns shall be fed, be joyous and be waking. –for Theodor, Ordrup 2023


–poppies song: all the hours we spent waiting on daddy away, working in the desertall the hours we spent our growing pain, blooming, trying to get to that desertall the hours we spent scheming on how to stay and be desertall the love we’re convinced be concealed in a desertall the love we miss out on for this desertand all flowing fluttering love we poured, seeded his desert


please, wake up: there’s an ocean between the wordsorwater parts our wordsorour words are oceans