All in silver and grey,
in the dying bed...
Time swallowed by suppressive smog,
To much of it spent in a depressive fog...
They grieve their loved ones
to death then are the loudest...
Commute.
Scan this QR code for love...
i'm trying to keep my composure
while cutting the flowers i just...
Tell me why flowers
do not last...
Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...
The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He realized there...
Guys,
I don’t know about you...
My day starts at 5 am, an hour before your alarm...
stirring you from whatever soft dreamland you...
Corroding in sinews,
blooming in soul...
Life is a line, curve, something of a design
in a crystal ball...