I feel the stillness,
I smell the scent,
Death is here.
Welcome my dear.
Love me or hate me,
It doesn’t matter.
You are the one, loving.
You are the one, hating.
Or is it me?
Who am I loving?
And who do I hate?
Separated, are we?
And what is in between?
A story or two. Blue or green
Is it too late?
For us to see,
I…
When we say that every ticking moment is an opportunity for a new start, we possibly couldn’t have touched on this truth more vividly and more viscerally than we are every day, especially now.
The way life is being felt and lived is becoming more and more fascinating. While the decadence is systematically happening, outward…