Walk & Play

From rumbling ports to whispering beaches, through fair winds and raging storms, they sing on and on, neverending, hauntingly.

You have to reform yourself before reforming society and the world.

unspeakable pain; i am here to listen

Where the threshold between reality and the unknown blurs into a dreamscape of in-between.

5.64 x 10^14 Hz Attention Purgatory Device

You're PATHETIC

I saw angels tonight

Whispers of the Urban Tapestry

Ringo's heart, small yet full, rolled dreams of gold

State of Being

Neither emptiness nor existence, what is empty is existing.