Searching and searching for images to illustrate my lines
I starts to wonder – is love always young? Is lonely one
always standing on a beach locking over the ocean?
Is despair very young and with long hair like a
shampoo commercial? Is her face innocent,
not even a priest would believe? Are love
a man and a woman and whites, only?
And slender? Can not things in life
like romantic love and such be
oldish, black and fat? Further
I see pics of people so sick
and old in hospital and
they smiles big! Is it
so fun to be sick?