Cold hands full of any disgusting liquid that comes out of the “heart” you can call it love, or you can even call it nothing, because even silence has sound and the heart has hate, just as the poor man has life and the dog has expression, I will not speak of love, nor of the government, much less will I speak of everything, because for me it means nothing, that is how I began and that is how I will end, with nothingness. Every man who has entered my life knows well that I am unpredictable, that I am everything, that I give everything without giving anything, that I love you but it is a lie, that I am difficult to understand but not to love, that is why I have a collection of friends who loved me, but I only know that I want nothing and that I write to nothing and this means nothing, so if you kiss me for me it means nothing, if you fuck me why should it mean everything? You are a fool, an anarchist with high scruples fixed on the power of having it all... But I repeat I am the hardest nothing to have and to understand.
Photography by Amanda Aura
I am someone who doesn't understand myself, but also doesn't want to hear in her mind why I am the way I am.