The purpose of being is no purpose at all. This agonizing truth, this beehive of noises, Have an offshore calmness, … More
Tag: wind
Misfit
The shirts and dresses that have kindled in those pyres of her room are still burning as she she picks them up from ashes and wears them red.
Living in
The swirling smokes of caracas wishes rising upward through the shrivelled skies of blue time, which chokes, anticipate and even … More
Changes
I am always in awe of how things change over the fractured time. The silence change, the feelings change, the … More
Mind Games
I am all ears. Listening to the wind — time in disguise, running through the shapes of my body, to … More