tirsdag 25. april 2017

vanishing

“I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.”
Tom Waits

mandag 24. april 2017

slowly disappearing

“Tell me about those days, when you stood on a thin line between dreams and reality, watching it get disappear slowly. All of a sudden there is no difference between both. And you get tore apart into nothingness. Where your mind always asked you to be awake, scared of being haunted by dreams and your heart asked you always to fall asleep, to escape from the hands of reality, because it haunted you too.”
Akshay Vasu

onsdag 5. april 2017

mystic morning

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
George Carlin