Recopilación de mis razones del sentir. Go to therapy before is late.

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

wither, with him, within

stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017

there is half a moon that i can't really swallow

justified braggings

drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017

diría que te sigo amando si la tormenta de tu alma no hubiese arrasado cuan pandemónium con la paz ambigua de mi corazón. © 青 ! bleu

have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

ur brain birthed a fruit tree out of our love ©2017, ina