Garden Day on a rainy planet.

Nice day-off.
Visit of the biggest belgian green park. I have bought something for my green paradise. Some dark flowers or suspects plants.
Old flemish gardeners meeting, one race apart.
I found some fishes lost between two young trees. I don't know if I love them more than me. Maybe yeah, because of their healthy mind. Surely not mine.
One young cute guy ask me something about fishing, I nearly kill him. You ask why?
Ask me to kiss, to fuck, to be hornier than one agonising couple.

I'm now back, listening to Disangaged, to heal myself.

Sun has killed the clouds. War is over.

Please come back to me, let me love the light you share.

I am STIEG.