India

Ones I was kissing the ugly country beautiful
When is it going to be beautiful again?
It was my birthday. Of course nothing is happening.
Something like that extreme, tragic, romantic and wild I like.
When I was a child I always wanted to be in India that day. 31 October of some reason.
I think I still want that. Just this day.
India.
Of course that never happens, except I am wonderfully beautiful and dead, but it is only a regular party.
I choose the twenties again.

I wanted to go home and paint. My need for art was screaming inside me. Usually it is the social me that is screaming. My party me. She always was screaming in Uppsala (Sweden), she was never pleased.
But I don’t have any home, and I can’t go, because it was that day.
Drink more wine! Your bottle is not even half-full. I love you.
I love you to.
I was jealous and fascinated, of thus how was introvert.
Thus you only see sometimes.
But has a better worlds inside them. I have a India inside me. Always in the end of October.