~~The confession of a deranged reality to a man of...
Sometimes the nightmares are reality...
Looking endlessly
into the ending things to...
It's often harsh and
unmusical for we can't...
It was in the black and white of his magic
that all my childhood turned into colours...
Stability is
a swinging pendulum that comes to a brief rest...
Whenever we learn that our past
is not just limited to our memories...
Do not leave your Aphrodite in marble uncarved and...
do not be afraid of the chisels of truth...
Quiet messages weave
between two eyes...
loud noises and flashing lights,
I try to keep them inside but I lose...
It's so strange how the body reacts
to a shift in emotion...
I think I'd rather be liked than known
And I know myself so much less than I should...
Perhaps in another lifetime I'd let myself be held
While tears shine like starlight on the tabletop...