My friend from above. Between those clouds. We stand and watch. Our mind is greeting us. Bubbles of a clear day. And the green plateu of anger. A field, not a rice field. We stand under the lea
My patience hampers the evil that hallucinates the light. The eye of the ephemera is warning me watch out the life. I see into the spike, this isn't the usual way to die. I've always thought that y
Sounds from the distant past, a ghost of my mind. Raging currents which I created in my head. Imprisoned me as I went too close. To its final aim - within this moment. In the gentle breeze I see i
Towards the horizon. From under the sea. Firmament. Is laughing at me. Greenish visions. From the past. Millions of coffins. Of the future. The waves sing death. I'm listening to their messag
So many religions making me ponder. About heaven & hell or if I'll be born again. Is nature the creator or is there a heavenly father god. Are we born and do we die? That's all. . Have you though
