“The world is full of…
In the depths of night, when the turning of the world slows and galaxies beyond count drift in great spirals between the holes of worms…
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I don’t knowIf you’re in love with meBut your nice wordsHelped me;You show meYou like meAnd this meansThe world to me
So often the expectations of societyeat the true expectations of the artist’s heart.
How do I tell youThat I want youTo come with meTo the other edgeOf the Earth?You will get scared
True freedom comes in knowing one’s self
A Haiku
adapting patternswe intertwine as love growsblooms naturally
It feels like we are entering a new world. A combination of societal changes and…