Characters composed in shades of laughter and love.
‘[...] salient fame, carved in all the city walls.’
You didn't win this battle.
About the selenophile, sitting on the balcony that night, pondering.
In the masqueraded society.
Purposely adrift in the echo of past mayhems.
Where love resides and affection takes shelter.
Music evaporates into atmospheric bliss.
In the reverie of farraginous memories.
What do they have to offer?
A pessimist's guide to making it through high school.
Lies are like some specific bad types of candy, it's not worth enduring the horrible taste because of the beautiful wrapper.
It is dark. I walk a downtown street that is far from deserted.
Neon lights burn into my memory like a sickness I can't be cured of