To observe art as an impersonal thing is common. Between the lines an shapeless blurs is a singular experience outside the trivial.
Art
My Heart Seldom Reveals
I promise hand against heart to express what my heart seldom reveals, the deep purity of this love and our happiness as long as I live.
Goodness of Life
Somewhere in our brains sat the goodness of life. Look here, let's forget and head to knowledge.
I Rushed
I rushed I couldn't sleep it was home, and work again. The passage of time itself had left my life. It had never occurred to me - it was too late.
Wine
Wine tumbled out into little pools to sip with eager relish.
Rise to Fate
Rise to fate and equal it. Fill empty space with substance and with infinite soul-exploratory life.
My Existence
I pondered for the first time my existence, weighing the moment for a long time. I tried to remember life and it was the pivotal point when something clicked inside me.
Crackling Fire
Silence and crackling fire. I desire nothing more.
I Write
I write of hope to come.
There Was Something
There was something... wild, beautiful, even brilliant. They were going everywhere - beaches and forests and mountain peaks, with no money to make them happy.
