I own a pit of disappointment and a brass band of innate torture So, as I walk through offshoots in hope for a sign of spring, I find dryness, and grey illusions and not a single dream I see stories that lie in stillness as marble pieces and funerary stones, And the time that dissipates […]

I thought I caught some light in my palms It was just the dark glowing, playing with my heart It was just a piece of a silent story spreading its untold mourning It was just the mind grasping for the cunning hope and the music stifling all the reasonable thoughts It was just me falling, […]