end of day, december sun, takes me back.
Étiquette : paris
black halo
above us the sorrow, in mourning we stand, innocence long gone.
the shadow theory
we yearn for the unknown and the unexplained, still searching for something in the deep space, but we remain blind when the signs show up.
vertical horizon – architecture of loss
in the blink of an eye new monoliths of nothing appear, empty bodies without souls & feeling, gleaming on day becoming ghosts when nighttime’s coming.
vertical horizon – dreary metamorphosis
when light will dawn and sun will fade, darker than the darkest night, shadows outshine the lost bodies.
vertical horizon – prison glass
seeing the whole world in transparency, being grabbed by invisible forces, we can’t escape it.
vertical horizon – dystopian dream
suspended amidst the chaos, high-rise as streetlight, guiding greedy minds toward profit.
age of enlightenment
living my life in a slow motion, among million heartbeats & falling stars, which brighten the path beneath my feet.
silent echoes
whispers upon the breeze, on a suspended altar of devotion, dreams and words are unite passionately.
hand in hand
your journey here was ending, i felt your last breath and i still held you hand, only this time i had to let go.
bridge across forever
i remember the city of light, on a floating belvedere where we once stood, i recall that you were mine.
