My pages burn in an iron plate on the wooden table in our September hotel. Carpet’s soaked with beer that we spilled and I couldn’t care less…… Read more “Neon”
2 So where were we? Nick. Who lived at the edge of a cliff. Who refused the world and headed to the woods. I don’t know why…… Read more “existential carousel 2”
In any case, for me being published means being in excruciating pain and saying it out loud. Тhat is a form of bravery in my world. It…… Read more “right where”
It’s not really about the ground or the neutral state of consciousness of the mob. In any case many people spend most of their lives thinking about…… Read more “In any case”
Too close to my skin. I’m falling in the borderline. A fitting representation of two souls as one.
It’s truly a stasis. Hold big thoughts and spend them on nothing. The doors are closing now, run to the window. I’ll catch you down and sell…… Read more “– – –”
That’s not me who you see. That’s where I live. It’s not me who walks on those sidewalks, who goes up and down the stairs. It’s not…… Read more “Soul Disconnected”
Comfort is the feature of the closed mind. A voice it is, they say. It is not even a whisper anymore, if you ask me. My mind…… Read more “simply”
A water that shares too many seas. A sea that shares too many shores. Cruelly, Love.
I deal with words a paradise of lust. Where nothing but trust could redeem you as just. It’s all about words and people. Nothing is simpler or…… Read more “lust”