the cross-section (come what may)

standing barefoot in the cross-section left foot swollen purplish blue skin it was seven days after the motorbike accident right foot soaking wet skin wrinkling nine minutes ago tears rain down heavy from the heart to the eyes pouring down kissing dirt on the hot asphalt petrichor i am at the cross-section the in betweens the what…

A dream inside a dream

••I lived inside the trunk of the old-wise Seqouia, I hugged giant stones for comfort. The animals are friends and changing of seasons taught me that continuous cycle is a law of life. Every move in time, every growth, there is this chain, continously latching me to everything else. I was never free anyway••

wounded child

unspoken demons (fears)

the tunnel

evening dialogue: feet & shadow

where the months stay