There they stood arm in arm as if it had always been that way this Tristan and Isolde she, mother and father the one 10 years older when the virus came and he saw the world change even before egos decided that war is necessary, that people are cattle for slaughter, ‘cause machines must roar,... Lees verder →
How do you keep going on?
I cross the street, iron monsters surround me, throwing their poisonous gases into my eyes and filling my lungs, heavy as lead. That's how I feel now, I want to get away, away from the grind, away from the smell of everyday life, let me write, writing is not dying, writing is wanting to live,... Lees verder →
To be alive
I am 21, and at this age I am really discovering it, that I am alive, or rather becoming aware that I am effectively breathing, feeling and being who I am. That my mind and body are one unit, which together can control each other, and that both are inseparable here on this globe. But... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 