To go on going somewhere,
and that’s...

The shrine of loneliness
the involuntary prison of choice...

We've indisputably
put up a fight...

One cannot fathom
things that are too obvious...

Inspirations
are like birds...

Tranquillity
is to recognise...

Is it about my bookshelf
or is it about the depth behind all those books on...

From the futile war
remains tons of mutilated hearts...

Our death is intended
unless we prove otherwise...

Green makes
the world...

The dawns of towns are
empowered by the shadows...

You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...