The solitude creeps. Our vulnerabilities grow. We question all the things we see. The tiniest bit of hope is lost. We lay there naked and ex...Read More
The strong whirly tides are coming. Passing, taking pieces of the whole. Ships, boats, canoes, kayaks are sailing Cutting all the waters wi...Read More
HELP is love . When I say love, it is not the common notion or the predefined, presumptuous, the stereotypical shit. I mean, the kind of lov...Read More