Twisted is my reality

From

The ancient history of

Athens

The vein of humanity

I did not command being

Here

Now

But now I see

What tortured my flesh and my eyes

What shredded my sleep and my soul

Pierced is my vision

Blended in a split reality.

Athens fell

With the elegy of Dionysus

And the ridicule of Apollo

Do you hear the sound

Distant

Mockingbird...

Stars.

I see,

Sun.

Hot and melting.

I see,

Shining,

Lightening,

Dress around a whole planet,

Never going away.

Gravity.

I feel,

Vacuum.

Instable weight of space,

Dimension

Folded into a nut,

Pierced by the fiery cold

Blackhole

Dense

Into a single point.

Universe.

I dream,

Vast

Rows of field

Impregnated with

New

Unseen

Something that’s never transparent

Ever possible

To human imagination.

...

Camaleona. How did you get that name?

She smiled. It is pretty. I think it’s good.

I hate that. She is always light and easy, as if dodging the ball that will hit her in the face one day. I can’t stop hating that, while wondering if she knows she will get a hard hit one day.

Have you even been to Spain? To Barcelona, to see the skyline. To Madrid, to see the palace, the streets, and the people ...

When I was young, I did a lot of stupid things. For example, I went to college, studied a major that I hated for four years, slept with women I don’t like, and accepted a job just for its salary.

I had to make ends meet, back in those days. I studied, worked ten hours per week, then cared for my family. Whenever I came back to my apartment, I just complained to my roommates how stupid this is.

M...

Stand behind the backdrop

I breathe

I search

For something familiar

In vain

I come a long way

To be listened

To be heard

I see the velvet green

So much like the woolen

Chair

On the flight that send me here

Where the sky is forever blue

And trees countless, zigzagging across the lanes

Requesting more

Yet more

From their Mother

To be capable

Of an eventual escape

Winter befalls

Under th...

“Shoot!” He screams uselessly. A chill thrill down his spine, adereline ready to send him into fight or flight. All he can feel is chill air filling his hands, the next second his body throwing freely against the will of gravity.

Wind is blowing in his face, cutting directly into his skin and veins like sharpened knife. Some say you see your whole life before you die. Others say only the dearest ...

Sometime you gotta close the door to open a window.

“It’s hard to juggle through your life.” She says, throwing three oranges at a time.

“Like what you’re doing right now?” He says, face cold and stern. It was supposed to be a joke.

“Hey, don’t be bitter. I was just kidding.” She spares him a glimpse, carelessly speeding up her action. The light fragrances of orange are expanded with the heat i...

“Let’s say…18 inches in head-to-body length and 9.1-9.8 inches in height. Looks all good…skeleton I’ve double checked. Strictly adhere to cat anatomy and should allow maximum mobility and balance… What’s next…For claws we have four, each with toes…”

The workroom is dark, filled with rusty smell. Bunch of wrenches, nails and tin lay around the corner, spread out messily like they’ve been turned ov...

She’s beside the chimney.

April says, “It’s tough. You know, I gonna feed my baby. I gonna work after this, another job after this. I go home and I see him sleeping. He sleeping in the bed. And I thought to myself ‘hell, I forgot to take him out of the bed!’ You know what I’m saying? He’s like two years old, and I forgot to lethim out.” April emphasizes on ‘forgot’.

She gave April a look. She ha...

Hands on the stove

I fly across the plain

Sun,

Dives into the memory

The entry of which

Is but a bleeding wound.

Shines,

With all power

With all force

With His Will

Bleeding,

The atoms clash

Bounce into a deserted shelf

Ret on the vast field

Of Mississippi

I bite the hands that feeds me

So that one day,

It’ll let me starve....