Right and left – poem
There’s no God to forbid us fruits. Continue Reading
It ain’t whatcha write, It’s the way atcha write it.” – Jack Kerouac
There’s no God to forbid us fruits. Continue Reading →
A loving man always finds excuses to keep going Continue Reading →
Leave me stranded in a smoggy city Continue Reading →
The greatest love or a skippable sitcom episode. Continue Reading →
our harmful, indolent,
selfish selves, which
neutralize each other. Continue Reading →
our journey is ending and despair is the only reasonable answer Continue Reading →
trees die standing tall Continue Reading →
Come at night Continue Reading →
Two need to play the game Continue Reading →
Everything that resembles you is romance Continue Reading →