Monthly Archives: November 2018

nothing but a daydream

the movements of our hands cling to the west of our boundaries. we can never swim in our ocean of divinity. the alteration of our every day is nothing but a daydream.   2018 Advertisements

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Pulled To A Chronic Room

Empty jump-seat, the absence of a legroom; a crazy set-up of gothic lanterns, scattered in a private room. The eyesight of one normal man, reduced to some degree, where the borderline to blindness hasn’t failed to fly.   2018

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Sparkles

Shouts of the brain, shouts of the mouth. Flashes of everywhere, flashes in the mind. I dive in the ocean where the depth is unknown. To measure how I love you is not necessary at all.   2018

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Anchor

We debark together and tied ourselves to a tree that doesn’t bear fruits.   2018

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Sabotage

They sabotage the sun in the early morning, hide themselves in the dark of the asylum where all the codes and secrets are deliberated.   2018

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