Sunflowers all around the garden. Her favorite songs playing from the boombox. I wonder what I did with all the previous Sunday Afternoons.

This is a vivid perception from which my reality exists. With every single story and piece of art giving telling about nothing but my truest and most honest thoughts and experiences. Let my word levitate you.

Depiction is all about the fantasies in my mind. I just paint them in words.

Nothing but the stories of •måø|åñwø• himself Something a bird would relate to...

The things that distract me. All the things so intriguing. Storytelling... Poetry...

Depictions of my truest expressions. Stories of my heart's deepest labyrinth Everything you read here has a physical, mental or emotional link to the life I live. So don't just read it Let it seep into your bloodstream Let your heart synchronize with mine as you read the through the lens of my mind Let me every letter, word, sentence, paragraph and combination of the mentioned be within you at that moment of time. Bullshit and overly stressed vocabulary aside... This is the depiction of my inner owl.