I survey myself from all angles, from every wound. I seek the vice, I dig for the fail. I wish I could wash my every gap, my every remnant, still messing with my soul. I wish I could fill my every flaw, my every breach, still hosting my tears.
I wish I could flee from my every thought, from my every nightmare, still leaking my mess. … More Ephemeris
A foreign word. Untranslatable but familiar. The place you come from. The place which feels like home. The place where you belong and belongs to you in return. … More Heimat
A foreign word. Untranslatable but familiar. So typical. Of what she feels. What she is. What she wants.
That desire of being anywhere else. … More Wanderlust
This precious moment When everything folds into silence When the world collapses into oblivion Just two people gazing at each other Knowing they are about to take a leap of faith They are about to blend into each other … More That moment of silence…
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 