If painting's my absurd fantasy, poetry's my breath's legacy.

Wild Heart's Waltz

"...
In the haven of the damned

I’ve been feasting with the guards.

Laughing madly at the frenzy of the night.
All my thoughts turned into art.

I was myself.

Reading Jung and dressing sharp."

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Letting Go

When the reality is shaken, imagination reigns.
Where the rules are bent,
life's without chains.