Consumed

The world is pink with faces tattooed with innocence. Everyday life greets me with an open mind, winds, chimes and abundance. The rivers that flow inside my body leak through my fingernails, from the bites that cut my skin. Unknown faces sang for each other, distances that separated are also the roads that connected every…

Nah.

Creation is beautiful. To bring something to life, into existence is a pleasure that’s inexpressible. But what is creation without chaos? It’s a song without melody, a hymn without rhythm. It’s the metamorphosis that is mistaken to be creation, most of the time. There are questions that beg for an answer, which cannot exist for…

Things unsaid – collab

You don’t know how to say goodbye but it’s there, in your gut; it never lies. The full weight of unspoken goodbyes hits you you like a mysterious, untraceable absence; an emptiness that theorizes fullness, a blackness that balances a world full of colour. Sometimes I wish I knew, sometimes I hope I don’t and…

I’m foolish.

They keep telling me that I’m getting myself into shit, that I don’t know what can go wrong. Isn’t that what it’s all about though? I have to hurt myself to know pain, exposure builds immunity. I know I can be wrong, I know I can get hurt but damage is better than ignorance, don’t…