sining, kape, pilosopiya’t iba pa
Being, doing, tiring
I heard it was said that resistance is a form of anger what then is this anger for? I cannot even see it only feel the tingles underneath my eyes Burning, oh, how they burn The yellow light from the distance remind me of hope, some home far away Except that home is not mine,…
I am No One
I am no one There is no one that is myself so how can I be free from that image, a reflection holding my hands and mouth bound by the distortion of the glass mirror There is no one, no one here so how can anyone scream, begging for liberty no one is here to…
Thoughts while buying eggs for the kitchen
What is it in those steps I took in the grayish grass of this empty road?
Flaws of nature
Flaws sound like problems, which ought to be solved, but maybe the reason why nothing seems to ever be perfect is because breathing itself can be suffocating enough, what more a precisely measured way of exhaling and inhaling and moving about a boundless world?
그 사람
I have yet to figure out which of them is art: his face, his smile, his voice his disposition? Or mine, having looked into him at all through the yellow-hazed screens.
Eyes, eyes, eyes
Where else would I look at but the eyes Eyes that seem to bring to a time I cannot remember
Orange light hour
in the summer countryside where everything else is silent or silence. Hush, it’s where the sleeping rams reside
In Finitude
Imagine being in the middle of the world,the exact pointin which everything crossescrosses one’s mindscrosses, crosses, crosseseveryone else carries on their backs Imagine being in the middle of the universe,the deepest spacewhere gravity is concentratedwhere nothing else matters but the nothingness of mattereveryone, hence, is everyone else: is no one else. Imagine being in the…
Song for the Muse of July
Why ought I write so long when the word Spirit brings me are few? So scarce whenever I ask So much when I could not care less And how, do you imagine? How do I care less about love? Love itself, the very foundation of my existential affections I love as much as I am…
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