I carry you around as
if you're an integral...
Blankness of canvases and silence of guitars
are pouring over horizons...
I don’t care if you believe in God or not
Yet whoever “knows” God in heart...
Time is links
woven together loop by loop...
Who am I? Why am I here?
What is the truth about life, my dear...
Prompt: The year is 12023, you are writing your...
To Artists:
All great Artists...
edited
Maybe only music could rescue me in this heart...
This time,
can I be more direct...
I feel dead inside.
And thank goodness I write...
Later is solely
the perspective of wheel marks...
Thirsty for the truth
he didn't know how parlous is...