My Teatrical Disaster
My head goes places. It rounds on itself, tries to control the controlling of it. "I need to control myself less, leave it be and stop worrying" "I need to ...
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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...
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.