So desperate to carve meaning into our actions, we drown in illusions - guilty of letting form swell beyond substance
to the end of times, guide me
It wins because it convinced us that there are no consequences. That every act vanishes into nothing, as if nothing mattered. But everything leaves a trace. Even the smallest ripple echoes through time
hybrid evolution
going under
You think you’re the master of your fate… but who gave you life, and who will take it away?
movements
in the absence of truth
void inside
eat or be eaten?
How vain must a man be to think he understands the world — and even dares to speak on its behalf
waste of everything
Are you fine?
glassheads
My path was always blurred. Where did we start? Where is the finish? It is just like a dream, but you never wake up
looking for a place to call "home"
goodbye
The ego is a slow crush, grinding the soul beneath its weight. It poisons touch, warps every glance into a silent war. Only in its death can we breathe in the dark and call it freedom
Saints are crowned not for freedom, but for obedience. The halo is just another collar
A quiet soul wandering the labyrinth, half of me still listening to the wind in the grass. I was born where fields breathe silence, now I wake to the hum of concrete. Two worlds are so different, yet side by side. I walk between them each day, like stepping from dream into daylight, one foot in the soil, the other in the city