The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He realized there...

No one stands for the truth anymore.
Coward’s necks are back to their turtle shells...

<<One should know of the illustrated book: "The...
They sounded so ostentatiously strong...

Tell me why flowers
do not last...

Such a strange affair,
between here and there...

All the truth
is hidden in the moments of a bird silence...

Your unsheathed thorns and
my laceration are why...

I breathe not just to live, but to undo
the shape this world has forged in bone and...

Life is a guitarist
who has never owned a guitar...

Clouds split where we touch,
Everlasting sprinkles shine...

My father's anniversary:
((there was a swan pond in our way to the hospital...

I don’t know
why I am nobody...