From Inside

When the world outside filters in, shakes around and produces something new.

hedonistic guilt

I have blindly been swept towards hedonism, I have joined with little hesitation or guilt at my lack of thought. But now, I question...

The memory held in a stone, more clearly than a photograph, the image is captured. This one, stored by my hand, my eye, with a thick...

the blank page is an open door and I fill it with what I wish. I close the door forever when I fill it with ink. I fill myself as I pour...