the raven's void
keep broken dude,, you dont deserve to be loved
there is so much happen these days, i met you, involve you intio my game, but without knowing your feel inside. now these question was distract me, strolling around my mind .
do we have future?
[mess is mine]
where goes the ends?
We're all falling and
We need a place to hide
A safe place somewhere in the woods
We can start a fire
All we know is what will be
Our home
We will stay
Till the break of dawn
-Flawless Idiocy-
-Unconstrained- one time in the middle of the afternoon, coffee, cigarettes and friends from overseas, with a cool head, crossed our minds how we later described the events of the birthday of the prophet Muhammad. how could be the visualization or depiction be a light? White? but what if he (Prophet Muhammad) was depicted as a black figure? dark? and will they still chanting prayers? -just a free thought which was later quoted from overseas friends
for anyone who still finding its laurel.
Solitude
Is how they define its ghost.
Its gnaws, hurts and looms over us
this content made when I became speaker in a creative seminar, I used photo manipulation technic. Its describe passing the boundaries.
