babylon: la petite mort II. We die little deaths throughout our existence wrapped in an unforgiving cocoon of unknown pretense. Pretending life to be what we dreamed. We die little deaths ensconced in the resemblance of remembrance, withering away...
THE WAY OF THINGS Never did I love with more intensity nor did my soul for someone hunger, I will begin my day with memories of our yesterdays engraved upon my soul. It was the state of things. Still is. Still is? I have watched with concealed...
Mystery of Misery, the I wish I were as a child Who after some tears forgets The reasons for their sorrows, …Forgets the death of a father The mystery of misery Brings a film of tears upon my eyes, The mystery of my misery Is in the collective...
