If you only knew
how I love my dirty cheek.
Stained by minor abominations.
Harassment of human beings
as a misanthropic form of…
One of the most toxic things you can do to yourself is to ignore what
I believe some people are ships, other destinations. People sail through people, and many arrive
There will never be a big enough reason to give up on yourself or allow
I’ve never been happier then the moment I stopped believing in life after death. Not
And then the words started coming out. One by one, ⠀ they competed with each
I am the Candle, the cast of wax. A wick is stringed through me. Sometimes
Sometimes I hear only the echo of what I intended to write. A cry from
I feel your movements inside me, meaty taste of obedience, fractal dynamics of the ballerina.
Do I dare to make you immortal? If I turn every person I’ve loved into
Do you remember that (not)important day? I made a fool of myself at an art