I write there: a letter. I put a dot. And then a bar. Just a symbol?
Neglection Beauty in its entirety: Endless crime of Hurt feelings
We need this long awaited utopy of ours - more than ever, we need it. The utopy of ours.
Ever reccurent darkness covered my land. Once a day it came to fill my beating heart. Once a year it comes to control my soul. Slowly settling down, as mist it poured in.
... One of those whom the future comes to ask: what's the way? ...
A translation of something I originally wrote in Polish. I do tend to overdo on wording there - might seem funny here. I listened to Sam from Danny the Dog by Massive Attack for a few hours preceding, into and after writing it.
What is freedom exactly?
To sleep when I want to.
...
If I shall loose my mind,
I will do so in pride -
there will be no denying...