Tag: storm
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…
Read Before the Lines
In the sky, a dark gloomy cloud hovering, through tinted windows watching after a sip of bitter black liquid vigorous soul jumping, wanting euphoria so vague, unclear, but exact notes on skin, written in ink indescribable penmanship, comprehensible thoughts does coffee really taste bitter or maybe it’s just an estimation of a million complications abstract…