In every language
I understand cold
Fire, too
The meaning is not
In the sounds
So much as the actions
In every language
I understand cold
Fire, too
The meaning is not
In the sounds
So much as the actions
Live. Love. Write.
Words are the only thing left holding me together.
Beautifully Chaotic
Faith+Perseverance + The ability to make your dream a reality!!!
My life is my art, language is my canvas
"At intervals the clang of a strange bell shivered over the onyx city, answered each time by a peal of mystic music made up of horns, viols, and chanting voices." - H.P. Lovecraft, 'The Dreamquest of Unknown Kadath'
A glimpse into the overgrown paths and unchecked wilderness of my mind.
A Social Phobic's Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.
Thoughts and writings reflecting the poet within and the activist
