I treated The Room like a horror. The music was frightening, the dialogue was insane and the pacing was dizzying. It all played with my sanity and frankly, I think it won. At the thirty minute mark I started wondering what on earth I was watching. Every movie must have a reasoning behind it, but …
Its been long since I ate that boat that took me to the river. Now I need another boat, and I need another river.
You woke up and went your way. You found nothing, not a place to stay. Only you and a constant doom. Only you in a lonely room. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egYO1e8OYHA&feature=youtu.be SaveSave
“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.” Mark Twain.
Withered Beauty An older age Silk tearing Immortal end And ever, Withered beauty. SaveSave
A god said "Yes. I am to alive to feel."
I started blogging just for fun and then it became a great place to store my ideas. And I never got popular enough to take it too seriously. It was just a way for me to do what I enjoy. But there has to be more to it. Right? Stories, photography, poetry and all the …
How can one, With the mood of salt Be the one, To keep a steady thought How can I Be bold as ice. When different times, I freeze my eyes. My tears in winter, The ridge between us. And yet I am, The wisest height. How can I, Whose lost with fright, Be the one, …
There are days when nothing moves me. Do I remain seen? Or am I simply forgotten in the moment, Of someone else's revelry.
There is a rush of making, Wild unsettling, Like of roaming. Chance of choking. Hell in hoping. Someone breaking. And the sorrow of knowing, Man's true form.