Category: Quiet chatter

A blind eye scratching an eye, hoping to cure the blindness.

Is it faith or am I just lying to myself? Because the beauty of the ugly side starts to fade.

Second thought, the never appreciated mistress.

Somehow, something has been wrong, somehow, something begs to be wrong.

The play of strings, so gentle and so clear.

KT, I am killing it by letting it be.

So where’s the edge, where the leaves stop to grow?

Rock is either, roll or fold old.

I enter speechless journey in deliberate search of joy amongst lying trees.

There is immense satisfaction from work that brings improvement.