[140] Wasted Times

[140] Wasted Times

Stillness without contentment is just anxiety brooding. You can have the laziest day turn into a day of rest or it can turn into a day of sulking over your lack of productivity. Being holed up in a room and catching up with yourself can be tiring in an ironical way. Introspection takes effort and [...]

[139] The Last Word

[139] The Last Word

It was one of those conversations where the word "love" was mentioned 31 times where it felt for the first time that with all this distance between us space can feel suffocating too It was one of those conversations where the word "bye" was mentioned 55 times and yet we talked regardless letting every sound [...]

[136] Exagerrated Truth

[136] Exagerrated Truth

To substitute for life I create art and in its wilful expression I find myself sometimes lurking in the corners of nowhere lost and fearful of what lays ahead but still holding on to what good lies behind Entangled in the mood of Tokyo I create haphazard memories of tomorrow Neon lights droop over my melancholy [...]