On the very edge of eternity I stand, My memories clutched tightly in my hand. A stern voice inside me says, that it’s time to let go, For all the pain in my hand, I have nothing to show. As...

our footprints sit quietly, fossilised on the dry concrete floor. i can still see your steamy face-print on the window, where you pulled a face and joined it with glass whilst i recreated it with acrylics and pastels on canvas...

you tempt me too much, you know. you, with your insatiable thirst to fulfill such childish desires of mine, have broken the sacred line that allows body to listen to mind. these crimes of passion you commit are evident on...

Watch. Closely. The fall of an Empire Consumed. Suddenly. By a mindless Fire Shaky ground. No Love to be Found Listen to the forgotten. Can you hear the Crumbling Sound? Dying. Suffocating. Unhappy Faces. Lost. In tiny Dark Places Too...

dust clouds twirl and swirl thrown in the air over and again far away a siren screams and another poor man runs for his life a gun resounds and then another a bird chirps a mangy cat stalks wrestle tear...