An Anti-heroin with a thousand faces, weaving tales like mist over the open sea. As the falling angel whispers to open the gates to the cold, dead and flaming goal at the end of spiral of violence. Under the darkened moon, she sharpens care and connection. She ties you up, binding hands and feet, your head exposed to the elements. "Why don't you stop?" she asks. I'm not here for fun. Disia
Related Blogposts
When you are isolated in a universe, totally opposite to your everyday life, with all your schoolmates, all your teachers, all in same level, prepared to get inspired, challenged, something happens, something moves. If it is not your learning, it is your ability to learn. If not your excitement about…
new faces like an old book. bodies in space. senseous as a feeling. feelings to explore. diving into. embarressment. humiliation. dominance. faceless. not fearless. fear as an emotion – to explore. allowance. importance. building as the only solid. wooden floors with heat. new place to inhabit. to feel at home…