Looking into the paradox
of distance and destination...
Now and here are the same magnet pole
as we go...
they looked down upon him liketh dirt, in...
they never saw him, they saw themselves...
A kiss hit me like a clout
and I instantly forgot my own whereabout...
Recognize your own
beauty, by averring the...
The golden farms are
collective consciousness of...
Looking endlessly
into the ending things to...
It's often harsh and
unmusical for we can't...
Whenever we learn that our past
is not just limited to our memories...
Do not leave your Aphrodite in marble uncarved and...
do not be afraid of the chisels of truth...
Blankness of canvases and silence of guitars
are pouring over horizons...
The anniversary of my fathers departure
Now...