it’s not them, it’s us, it’s everyone. we all fight for something but in the end for nothing. we’d rather hate than love. it seems easier to solve our problems that way. because if we love it means we understand. we understand how other people think, feel, live. we don’t want to do this. it […]Read More on paris, beirut, burundi, but in the end life
what does the heat mean if we are far away for each other to breathe a warm sprinkle of summer a surreal taste of togetherness but alone if you see what i mean i kind of felt it that you did too and it was nice i’d rather have a cold mind eternal faith in […]Read More do you know who you are?
blinking stars is what i see thinking about menacing fire sitting in the back of my mind staggering among infinite red dreams it’s not the same but it could be different no one knows i gave in a long time ago it’s a rocky ride i never liked the easy way, anyway i can already feel […]Read More quoting love
besides he had lost his existence for a tiny wee mini second. maybe for more. he was staring at the far end. an empty look. he was thinking. yeah, he was thinking of something. maybe football. maybe what he had for dinner. or maybe of a girl. why are your eyes so small? i didn’t […]Read More night owl
no rush hush, begin to brush colours in your drowning eyes subject to change bewildered by what you think is fame what would a man think long for a paper promise breathe your noise til it becomes extinct a city never sleeps when it dreams silence is loud when he speaks sometimes it’s hard to explain […]Read More empty void
purple sky, it’s orangish now oh wait maybe staring at the top of the scene we might be holding hands but it’s pretty over there bittersweet images breed nostalgia the voice of a song sung in public in my head it’s always special fearless crows ignore the bones i might love the situation it’s all […]Read More it could be love
Something nice reads my mind I clearly have no control My eyes are hanging Colours are melting There is an itchy noise Floats in the air Screams a peaceful melody Sun’s out Heart’s out A manipulative toy Seeks to play A whistling silence Puzzling power A blazing serenade The Sirens pretend to sing Gambling rocks Numbers […]Read More late night lens