Too close to my skin. I’m falling in the borderline. A fitting representation of two souls as one.  


The one who doubts in love is cursed to fail in life.  

my cape

Cut the sun, sweet love – my torment. I want to see the night lights.


She feels so tired, as if she went to the end of her life and got back here. She sits here now, pale face, damaged mind, trying to cancel her life. Life is what you make it. If you make it a burden then you better get strong so as to be able to carry…


You are that drop in the ocean of my thoughts that chases the waves all the way to the shore of my reality and makes them wash away all the unhappiness.