NEW LEAVES ON THE OLD TREES d.i.s.c.r.e.e.t.

Death and rebirth all together in the hearse represented in anomalies because i’m not quite awake nor in a R.E.M. state since I already left my body and defined my life within the dead space I awake. Gotta wait. Half baked. Decontaminate the slate. Mathematics… Read More

Oh. I see. I said I knew you. Like you said you knew me. But our souls keep asking each other what we see. What is it that we saw in who we are? Longing for a closer look from afar. Am I so dark… Read More