°
°
. An Alluviation
of words
°
unspoken
°
°
I rive you .
. if you let me
°
°
and compose
the sound of decay
°
°
°
so you
°
can spring .
.
.
.
.
.
TIMER
Related Blogposts
Have you discovered freedom? No, or yes – maybe yes – I do not know. How does it feel? Strange I guess. And a little bid weird. But I like it. How? Because I feel alive. I feel alive! How does it feel? I do not know. Different? I want…
Sensuousness in the centre Speach bubbles demand answers to different levels of commitment from the students: leading the way, you ask: “Coming or going, sir?” choosing an experience, you ask: “Committing or quitting, young master?” questioning or finding doubt, you ask: “Staying or swaying, madam?” receiving or finding trust, you…