You are, An allegory become, For the great skies above, Bathed in pollution, Raining acid on your tum. You are, Venus’ paragon, Mistaken...

You are, An allegory become, For the great skies above, Bathed in pollution, Raining acid on your tum. You are, Venus’ paragon, Mistaken...

“Let everything happen to you. Beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final" - Rilke And all this time we chased ‘more’; we...

Is progress the movement from A to B, or the existence of the movement from A to B where previously there was none? This may sound like...

A depth That has no compass I am in your tempest of leaves, brown, auburn leaves moving so fast, they catch fire like the sun. Snoozing...

I like to skip stones on the water There is nothing I know that is more pleasant Scouring the beach all day And finding just the right...

A fascination you had as a child – the gears, how each twist of the numbered reel, one flick of the lever, could transform the experience...

What is it that scares you? Is it the glare of the storms that hide in my eyes Which glint at you like skies of thunder? Is it the way...

How do we die? Is it to stop breathing? Stop beating? A life force depleting? Or is it look up On a starry sky And finally cry Knowing...

J'ai peur que ça finisse par nous tuer. Nous les artistes, les visionnaires, les philosophes, les écrivains Nous, ceux qui se nourrissent...

I decide the reality I can not accept Who can be the sun I know there's an answer My own world Torn by the gravity of larger bodies Why...

Many years ago, Pan danced. Waltzing over the face of the Earth, round and round, giggling with glee. Hooves kicked, bodies writhed, gods...

Even in absence, the heart grows fonder. I did not have this situation. It was absent to me. I did not feel this feeling only until now....

I hate to say this I really hate to say this I hate that people will hate me saying this I hate that I will hate that people will hate me...