There in the woods where the sun lingers through the intertwined branches and endless leaves, I see you on the old timber trunk of the great tree. You’ve built yourself a home there out of rocks and wood. You’ve made yourself a place where greenery won’t invade.


There in the woods where the old roots dig into the moisty soils of autumn and lithophytes strive in the corners of yesterday, I see you running after that butterfly that belonged to the past and yet fitted, so much, in this mellow day of September.

nothing matters anymore
different paths were taken
emotions will degrade themselves
e v e n t u a l l y
...

Those who are young are not to be equated
with those who are older.
And those who are bright are not to be equated
with anyone but themselves
for they are the builders of
our new world.

what was written by
Fire and Blood
will never be erased by
Water or Ice

I love oblivion
it's harsh sometimes
because it makes me forget
moments of joy, love, and ecstasy

But oblivion helps me heal
it makes me aware that
the past in all its forms
will
never
come
back

Oblivion makes me live
the 'now' and enjoy my present moment