that is your own
by Gabor G. Gyukics during tail-wind the headwind pushes you back only the motion remains your body is searching for the gap your eyes are
whose face it is
by Gabor G. Gyukics the mirror shows a different picture every day the flame shooting out from the fireplace is counting the new arrivals the
it cares not what you’ll become
by Gabor G. Gyukics a cigarette smoulders with you together the wind comes in to fetch the smoke looks around what else there is to take but