

u.n.t.i.t.l.e.dMemories.... It plays like a child.... Among these forgotten stones... It creeps up to you ... And jumps into your arms... Filling the emptiness... If you are not careful ... It will abandon you... Here in these weeds ... Near the oldest plots... Where engraved names would be hard to read... If anyone bothered anymore... And even on the brightest days.... The trees keep away the sun... You can hear its voice ... Whispering... Stirring the stillness... Floating with the bird song... To kiss your ear with its gentle breeze... If youu.n.t.i.t.l.e.d


....n.i.h.i.l.s.m...."deep within the catacombs of my mind.... here lies the darkest secret of my sanity.... i dont want to die.... yet i dont want to live either.... i just want to seclude myself in between... existing...and yet non-existing to begin with... just like the air we breathe... invisible to the eye... yet we acknowledge of it's subtle presence... moving in silent motion... never wanting to reveals its' true form... yet serve its purpose in its own importance.......n.i.h.i.l.s.m....
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i'Ve waLked tHe LiNe bEtWeeN heAVeN aNd heLL . . . . . .
maY tHe siLeNce oF tHe niGht caReSs tHee liKe the arMs of a lOvEr & tHe mOonLiGht liGhteN the sHadOws in yoUr LiFe. . . .
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dada is a virgin microbe that penetrates with the insistence of air into all the spaces that reason has not been able to fill with words or conventions
-Tzara
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maY tHe siLeNce oF tHe niGht caReSs tHee liKe the arMs of a lOvEr & tHe mOonLiGht liGhteN the sHadOws in yoUr LiFe. . . .
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