introduce, and breed.

skip the journey.

find the end.

of errors.

I am a baby.
I am a monster.
I am a ghost.
I am human.

I am my own neighbour.
I am my own other.

maybe I cry when I watch sad movies.
maybe I laugh when i'm not supposed to.

what is my myth? (I am born)

dear john, I do not know what love is.

is it the moment when you realise the person you love becomes unfamiliar?
i.e. when they die?

it is too soon...

stay...I want to feel your warmth.

shall i sing you a song?

I'm sure you are not alone.
belong somewhere where the sun don't set.

and the rising hangs like a painting.

a mirrors.

k
i
ng

an impression that reaches your inner dwellings

an illusion that overrrrrr rrr rr rr r r uns

f
r
e
e

unser Freiheit.

the question remains
n
o
b
o
d
y

ROWs
&
RoWs
of Enigma

there is no clear freedom when it comes to the tragedy of truth
when I have no words to say - truth.

I wish randomness never ends.

no. there is no illusion.
just faith

a tiny drop that falls from the sky, a moment before it disperses

a smile is a smile because it is a moving expression.

and there is a plate of chilli crabs somewhere. because I smell.

there is wind because I feel and see the leaves dance.

can i move with such abandoment that I fly?

F
L
Y

that I may drop and soar
both at the same time

repeated...

all words break l o s e

aligned to form
a message that never ever...stays.

that is why,
words can be beautiful,
when they are transient.