Time’s Arrow Only Marches Forward
It's not art if it just comes out of fear is it? It's just the demons speaking. They tell me that's useless, that I'm powerless, I lack of any effort or let...
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Snapshot: Teletransporting feelings
He wakes up, looks ahead while slowly opening his child eyes. He slept in the couch again. It's 9:30pm. "Oh, I guess it's still not time", said to himself, w...
My Anxiety
All these things I can think,
Collection of Unfinished Thoughts on Someone
I miss the way I looked at you, and the excitement I had when going to see you.
High and Low
The man wakes up.
Broken Time
I remember telling myself
Calabouço interno
Ele acorda.
Doce Adeus
Se eu quero o que não tenho mais,