my heart aches like fire embering into ashes as the time passes by in the night. Minutes, turns into hours, time doesnt exist, only an empty eternity.

is this what nights feel like without him? i knew it was a mistake, but god, my emotions are too fierce, thrasing around me like storms, only waiting for the possibility of outbursts.

so this is the aftermath. there is never no quiet before the st...

love you like the moon loves the stars

or at least i guess i do

the way your hair curls at the edges

its kind of pretty, i suppose

i like your laugh

at least how i feel when its from my words

i like your style

at least the expensive status it carries

i like your smile

it looks really good in my pics

i love your body

its divine

at least in the way i can use it.

i dont love you

but i love how lo...

nothing and no one here is sacred, safe or sane.

its called bellingham college.

each person who walked these halls never left.

alive, at least. the world of the dead is yet to be discovered. although that is a project we´re working on in science. profesor zake even brought real corpses for the studies. i havent dared asked where he got them. all he said was, some didnt pass the test, with a sim...

the city feeling

hits as the subway throws off passengers

a complete wonder of being a foreigner

coming empty handed but a mind buzzing

with aspirations and miles to go

and places to see where ideas flourish

where each passerby is their own

secrets and histories mended into millions

each insignifcant to one another

stilll intertwined with one common feature

the agency, the dreams, the hope

cars s...

i just wanted to go on a normal walk…

the october month, my favorite of all year had rolled around. the season mirrored itself in the landscape around me. misty fog creeped upon the woods i walked in, its mystique carrying an eerie, omnious feeling.

Leaves crunched under my feet as i strolled around the forest. i looked up at the sky to see it already darkening. i didnt know i had been out that l...

as the curtains close

the night wraps them in

lights disappear

as does the act

masks are put out

clothes undress

as they comes to play

minds wanders

cliffs creep closer

the bridge between sanity

grows fainter by twilight

trucking further and further

until creatures ae exposed

lines are crossed

welcome to the night

there are no rules

only make it to daylight...

the flower in the windowsill had flourished

unfolded petals whispered beauty within ones gaze

inviting each passerby into its flesh

telling tales of supieriority, worth and success

slowly pulling one in its trap

closer and closer

deeper and deeper

harder and harder

capturing one in lullabies of euphoria

because the flower, first noticed

discovered and used innocently

is a drug of silent exhilarati...

the hills seemed to go on forever as i gazed at the sun setting in the horizon. god, this spansih vineyard was almost worth traveling 6 hours in train for.

I really did want to see where I come from, my bakground, my history in real life. the spanish countryside is really something one of a kind though. romantic is one word for it though. its the perfect place for a swoon.

nope, julia, not now....

As the hazy light filtered through the trees, something outworldly traveled through me. it wasnt pain, it wasnt joy, it was the feeling of colors, and music and emotions. it reached all the way into my fingertips, my toes, my heart, seizing me. It felt angelic. I saw myself from a 3rd point of view, whilst i still was myself. I just realized the one true revelation: i am a soul. i have a body. why...

we were kids together

grew up in a home with laughter

joy filled the cranked up halls

things flowed their way and we grew up

as of being the youngest, time slipped away faster

there was nothing to hold on to anymore

as my sister wanted independence

my brother solitude

i still wanted the pure bliss of innocence

of childhood

of laughter, joy, the purest of hearts

i didnt understand why the world gre...