…and, you are ?

What are you? A drop of ink. Nothing more nothing real. A stain, on painter’s shirt; The slow movement of his brush on that white spread sheet, his feelings that can’t be felt his boiling blood with which he paints, his memories which he forgot his life, at which he cried! What are you? A meaningless…

For my niece

How can she laugh like that?? It’s beautifully sad; is it that her pure soul can’t perceive life or, it can’t perceive death. Well, who knows maybe she just chooses to ignore them everything that is born from hate all the sad emotions colors, darker than black! If i could have her freedom even if…

DnB

Steady, slow… steady, slow… bit after bit your body unfolds your head moves and blood, boils legs start to jump your sleep goes just like that steady, and slow… Pump-pump and then pump some more nothing in your sight you are alone; your ears ring you jump some more wandering through time just like that…

Dissonance

Dissonance music to my brain unrhythmic and unrefined scattered, and without a sense dissonance it vibrates through the cracks through the holes in my brain like a fluid, without a shape it goes on, and on, and on opening new holes in my head so disturbing so consuming, so terrifying and yet so beautiful and…