Writings

Stories, thoughts, dreams
pieces from this twisted head of mine.

As in life some stories are 100% true,
some are a bit coloured 
and others a total fabrication of the imagination.
Who knows? 

I don't, I only work here.

Snowing in the middle of summer and raining in the winter.
The wind always blowing. Everything grows too fast and dies too fast.

I'm procrastinating because it is easier to escape and let things be.












Flipped the rhythm in the day. Morning - down, night - up. 
Black becomes white, white becomes black. 
Don't know the inside from the outside but it's okay because in is out and out is in.

Stains on the window that won't come off. 
Similar to scars on the body. Visibly invisible.







For  a moment we were happy, for a moment we were young
For a moment it was the end, as it had just begun
For a moment I felt loved, for a moment you were there
For a moment I closed my eyes, now I can't find you anywhere


Newly found freedom




I'm a secret genius


and have unlocked the key for happiness in this life and the next. 
I'm perfect in my imperfections.


then I heard the Raven whisper

in the woods there roam an entity 
an energy old from the Days of Silence 






Do not fear it for it means you 
no harm
 it will help you reach
 the other side