I'm really trying. Will the ghost remain after I leave?
So… did you find your treasure after all?
Between these faded photographs, past lives weave through the cracks. My memory falters, yet there’s a haunting sense— as if I have known these moments before. They echo through time, familiar echoes in the quiet spaces. And though the images blur, the feeling remains, like finding home in a place long left behind
this week is freaking tough
technology is religion
distorted
mental
journey
Guided by Perun’s Thunder, Protected by Veles’ Forest—Our Slavic Light Shines Eternal
overthinker
1 + 1
lost legends
Is it okay?
sparks of light. not many of them left
art is useless
meadows of death. far far away
waiting in the shadows
They did this in the name of a man they had never seen or known
my little dystopia
infinite space, yet i have this feeling that i saw everything already
parasites. they live at our expense. beware. they are everywhere
If you could choose the rules, would the world be a better place? Would you be a just king?
in dreams
whispers of the devil
Woke up this morning with great sadness in my heart. Can't tell why
Untitled
Wandering. Wondering. Walking
Dreams and reality blur like watercolor on a canvas, leaving us unsure which hues are real when the mind deceives so easily. In the quiet gaps between breaths, we seek the calm that might reveal a single, solid truth
Stardust
So many thoughts, so little time. What should I choose?