PinnedAlexandra SzoinThe Mad RiverSad Beauty the WeaverPain has the artistry of a weaver. It brings one soul ache from your youth close to a current fear and a forgotten tear, binding them…Jun 1Jun 1
Alexandra SzoBits from the diary of an insomniac (IV)A still and tranquil night. And a song coming from the other side of the wall, keeping me company in deep sleep like a lullaby for the…6d ago6d ago
Alexandra SzoDiscomfortDiscomfort. My word of the day. Master of my experience since later last night. The sensation is unmistakably clear — tangible almost — an…Sep 8Sep 8
Alexandra SzoinThe Mad RiverConcerto № noneWe all have our ways of singing through our pains, of vibrating the questions that seldom find answers in phrases on the street. We get to…Aug 8Aug 8
Alexandra SzoThe romantic landscape: blind people with hatchets (or Infatuation for the depressed)Whoever envisioned the romantic landscape as a breeze-swept field at a raspberry-hued sunset, where figures in medieval grab glide in a…Jul 3Jul 3
Alexandra SzoHeat wave crushHeat waves make a smile. Heat waves break a sweat and gently crack the heart. And, oh, you have no clue how they free the breath inside and…Jun 21Jun 21
Alexandra SzoGallery Fetish“You are in a gallery, looking at pictures". That is exactly what she said. She told me to close my eyes, pretend that we were not in a…Jun 17Jun 17
Alexandra SzoAnxiety, that godly bitch (I)Swinging between two worlds each day. Once, twice, thrice, exhausted. Running in and out, each day, until the stomach collapses. Pulled…Jun 6Jun 6
Alexandra Szodeath by sweetnesssweet. the taste was sweet. maddeningly sweet. it was her, a lost cause, her beautiful long legs, her walking away and her future absence…Jun 3Jun 3