Hunger shows wisdom, hunger shows strength. Hunger for love, hunger for pain, hunger for food, hunger for shame, hunger for games, hunger ... ...
The flower doesn't hide it's face, it reflects the sun. It throes you in place. It talks in a language that you understand, but in a language that words cannot be spoken for it has not got any. Its beauty is in its irregular forms, its wrinkles, wrinkles of laughter.
When laid back the sun shines your closed eyes. When meaning finds it's own way. When everything that is so important, ain't as much. To believe in your every next move. To let with your projection to be whatever.
Some different objects that I used to have around home, they kind of lived with me through some time of my life. And other that are so common in my everyday life. I thought of a color that would suit each one, in one way to change it, to hide it, to make it go … Continue reading Spill The Color
The creature from the second nature, with his tale wrapped round some socialistic books and trying to open them, so it can see inside.
I don't have to know that everything I know is true, I don't have to heat that I don't have to. It doesn't have to be yesterday, today, tomorrow, it doesn't have to be ever. It can be and it does not have to be more than this. I don't have to remember nor I … Continue reading It Does Not Have To Be