fresh morning, slowly awaking from a deep sleep, her heap of dreams is waiting for a waft of wind.
Étiquette : maison
ravages of time
feeling like an old person in his final, dealing with dull memories of my life, to dust i shall return.
thin shell
feeling so small in this world so big, i’m facing the silver deep rising all around me, will it consume me or carry me on ?
timeless existence
floating high above in splendour, the passing years relentlessly wear out my mind, i feel the soft breath of eternal life.
weeping words
standing here along the seashore, surrounded by slapping waves and howling winds, i feel like an illusion in a world of disillusion.
eerie land
strolling on the legendary paths, i perceive whispers from imaginary creatures, ancient symbols from a forgotten world.
from here, somewhere & nowhere 