surrounded by a persistent enigma, its contour attracts as much as it worries, revealing a projection of a new horizon to breed the creed.
Étiquette : islande
broken dream
may the stormy black sky chase the tears away from your eyes, now lying among your scattered fragments from this never ending fall, despite your broken wings it’s not the end though not the end.
field of nothingness
sine loco, sine nomine, terra incognita.
glimpse of sorrow
wading in the dark disheartened and alone, my weary soul is wounded & my static body is a void, all beliefs have left with the ebb.
in a reverie
in this place, sometimes i can feel on my own, the wind which carrying your soul.
ad astra
feeling the spirit, enlightening when breathing deep, infinite blessing.
own reality
it’s not what you’ll display, it’s how you will express, the hidden part of you.
sand of life
escaped from the hourglass of time, it has rained tiny grains of earth, composing with nothing to make everything.
illusions of life
we might explain the world of how, but the world of why may remain for contemplation, we are dwelling in a world of utopia.
sea of tranquility
all around the storm & all beyond the grey, forlorn in my cell, dark winds chill me.
from here, somewhere & nowhere 