Once A December

July 28, 2013

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“A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.” – E.E. Cummings

The Scent of Shadows

November 26, 2012

larmes de lavande

October 21, 2012

It’s necessary to transform pain into art. To give form to suffering.
Even if it’s just a common “wringing one’s hands in despair”. This
is also a convention of pain. Without convention there is no art.
At the same time it’s humiliating not to be able to speak
directly, to scream, to weep. It’s not enough.

Sakura Spring Kiss

August 11, 2012

The Neglected Essence

August 4, 2012

Makes Me Smile

June 15, 2012

A Day at The Park

April 6, 2012