Parallels,
creator and createe...

The hours—
they are pilgrims of solitude...

A star burns, flickers
within the fractures of these faces...

If loneliness were a flower,
it would be the most blossomed bloom in the...

First Glance
Everything...

How could we reach
a shared reality...

Born to break my breath,
life contradicts life always...

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

Each time you turn from what is true,
not with a scream...

It is not faith
that casts the spell...

Always within you,
is watching you...

No one stands
for truth anymore...