Not safe.
Torn between the high-definition loops of ruthless yearnings and the reality that will strike more but keep feet on the ground and not somewhere above everybody else's heads that reel.
Unexpected.
I do not yearn for the best, I do not yearn for the worst that would be admiringly classified as glamorous.
Do not torment because, between rigid jaws that are so stubbornly clasped, there is no rhythm in this undefined sculpture, there are rows of broken glass that cannot resist your blood, there's nothing in it for me.
Can you feel the cracks?
Breathe.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
There is no need for it.
Faces m
Not safe.
Torn between the high-definition loops of ruthless yearnings and the reality that will strike more but keep feet on the ground and not somewhere above everybody else's heads that reel.
Unexpected.
I do not yearn for the best, I do not yearn for the worst that would be admiringly classified as glamorous.
Do not torment because, between rigid jaws that are so stubbornly clasped, there is no rhythm in this undefined sculpture, there are rows of broken glass that cannot resist your blood, there's nothing in it for me.
Can you feel the cracks?
Breathe.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
There is no need for it.
Faces m