Perfect people don’t belong here, that’s why we’re all here
Today is a new day on the island of phallic toys. If you think you are not on it, you are mistaken. We are all here, laughing, crying…
What you allow to live is more important than what you have killed
In life, the lines are blurry, and no one will give you a magic magnifying glass because they know what you are going to do with it…
She never learned to live for love, nor of it
Nothingness listens, as she runs the needle through the wall between us, tailoring her cage, brick by brick,
to not let the void escape…
The life of a soldier is not easy, but life still came before soldiers
The war ended the moment the country forget the battlefield, grotesque bodies, severed limbs, soil soaked in blood. When it forgets…
Don’t ignore what grows in you because of something that others want to plant in you
One of the most toxic things you can do to yourself is to ignore what
Some people are maps, others are places on them
I believe some people are ships, other destinations. People sail through people, and many arrive
Life after death inside myself
I’ve never been happier then the moment I stopped believing in life after death. Not
Words are parasites that inhabit my delicate skin
And then the words started coming out. One by one, ⠀ they competed with each
I will never be big enough to light up the whole room
I am the Candle, the cast of wax. A wick is stringed through me. Sometimes
They are already dead, but they don’t know it
Sometimes I hear only the echo of what I intended to write. A cry from