Sleepless.

Sometimes.... I can't sleep when he's not home.


“If love did not exist
I would be so goddamn sane
my poems would be billboards. 
Suburbia would be enough.
I would not have to gut myself
to find my spine
crushed into powder
and brushed on her cheekbones.”
- Andrea Gibson 

Tela Habitada (1976) by Helena Almeida | @ Taxispalais Innsbruck, At. (2003)