so the month is gone and i did absolutely nothing from what i've promised myself to do. lost time. i feel the claw inside me. all this nonsense, i fear of…

The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less…

“this is how we must have looked when we had fallen from heaven” she said. i agreed. “with plucked grey feathers we landed in the world of promise.” i though.…

strange days. dissolved in all the little things of life. bustle of subway noises. as i watch around me life seems to be somewhere else. as i watch my foots…

in this case music. music was my truth. and all that music washed away my darkness and felt warm inside and i remembered old summers of times long forgotten.
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