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24 hours of a modern hermit.
Posted on February 26, 2018February 26, 2018

24 hours of a modern hermit.

One day. That’s all it’s going to take. To undo the anxiety and the restlessness. A detox, if you will. One day, wake up and reach your hand out of the fuzzy cover to grab the freshness of the morning. Not your phone. It can wait. Don’t let the first thing your eyes witness after relaxing … Continue reading 24 hours of a modern hermit.

Blues, bruised and other short stories
Posted on June 6, 2017June 6, 2017

Blues, bruised and other short stories

 Shade There you are, looking for shade, wearing your 200$ shades in a forest full of trees. No, i’m not one of them trees. I am the moss that grows unintended and unforeseen. The one that bears no fruit nor seed. I grow because sun wont shine on me. And one day you’ll slip right … Continue reading Blues, bruised and other short stories

I’ll Sea You There
Posted on January 1, 2017January 3, 2017

I’ll Sea You There

I am afraid of the sea, always have been.  I am afraid of the vastness and the darkness beneath. Yet i am always drawn to it. Much like a lot of our feelings. The feeling of starting over but always afraid of the plausible flaw of the cogs running backwards in the machinery of our … Continue reading I’ll Sea You There

The Hippie Invasion
Posted on September 14, 2016September 24, 2016

The Hippie Invasion

Hippie: “What does this term ‘Hippie’ even mean? I hate that word and everything that it   stands for. Hippie- like i am the square among the rounds.” Wind: “So you dont like dressing up like a hobo and completely detest complying to the norms of capitalists and the rule-makers? And do you also dislike losing … Continue reading The Hippie Invasion

Timeless Reaper In Burgundy
Posted on August 30, 2016August 30, 2016

Timeless Reaper In Burgundy

There once was this damsel, not quite in distress but grumpy nonetheless. Reaping the harvests of man’s illusions and learnings. She was not a person i’d say, but a colorful manifestation, a spirit if you will, of our everyday hopes and dilemmas. She was made up of fibers from the fabrics of nihilistic struggle, deeper … Continue reading Timeless Reaper In Burgundy

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