Heraclitus:
~~ “No man ever steps in the same river twice...

I wonder if the Israeli army
bomb children in the sabbath day too...

No one could hear us.
We are so quiet yet our...

Holding on to youth
in the mirror seeing you're...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

_ The shrub is gone
the roots are ruthlessly rotted...

"Now." is the current
not floating with the river...

When we are in love
we are two fluttering wings...

Time is pulsating
all things to end, yet itself...

They remain distant
that is the reason they could...

Birth is the first chip on our windshield,
after...

Living for the end
while doing everything...