Part IAging and change. Everything is red. I don’t know where I am or why I am there, I don’t have enough time to think about my reality, in this moment and in this red landscape I see a face, it is completely new to me but looks somewhat familiar to me.
Author: Dyekoh
Torment
Deep down in the well
Inquisition Days
Redemption
Oasis
Paranoia
A love letter
“Dear Michelle: Each day, with each ray of sun that touches my skin and with each fragment of the eternal silence that for a time my eyes heard, I remember you with a mix of love and hate, a mix of sadness and happiness and a small quantity of guilt.
Poetry: If I knew I’d die tomorrow…
Another night…
Here I am again, writing in front of a product of technology and man’s egocentrism, why? I don’t know maybe because it’s 10:34 and i have nothing to do for the rest of this night, sometimes this stage of boredom can let you a little bit down you know, a little bit depressed and sometimes… Continue reading Another night…