At The Physiotherapist

In the waiting room, I heard this strange soft conversation, no, I was not at the psychotherapist. come, my sweetheart, I invite you come in my messy house have not been cleaned up I have been away for a long time come back now with a bunch of luggage I will clear the whole house cleaning, cleaning everything up, the big spring turn that must come two months later I want it now to practice already in my skepticism of moving your skepticism of thinking true love does not perish it has only become so unnatural this love does not release my empty brain this brain is longing to be filled again with tender words, tender embraces a gentle treatment as a physiotherapist handles with his client first, the bones cracked, then oiled then he lets the bones lose on each other they click immediately then you do not hear anything anymore as this hassle goes smoothly that is how I wish my true love again on the harness true love does not rust never fails I hope because I can not know what I do not know any more but I can find out if we still have it try the last time shamelessly corrupted in all its fruitful love that's life you go for it despite everything the real love! Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan: "Two empty chairs in Leek (Gr) ". Do you think this was a normal conversation? I have my doubts.... I just wanted to let you know how strange conversation that was. I have heard more strange conversations, but this was the strangest! © Sylvia Frances Chan Copyright Protected AD. Sunday the 18th February 2018- Still the Olympics at PyeongChang, South-Korea. @ 5.00 hrs A.M. West-European Time At this hour, still MINUS 3 below Zero, bit grey clouds.