When he fixes his gaze on a puffy cloud he can almost feel reality. It’s the most beautifully profound feeling he will ever feel, and he is content with that. However, he yearns to feel reality in its whole. A mere tinge is enough to caress his heart with a melancholic happiness.  The feeling in… Read More Surreality


Never have I been so detached as I am right now If I do have a soul Perhaps my soul is elsewhere Slumbering, dreamlessly Suspended in a devouring darkness Drowning in its thick darkness Which resides In the deepest crevice Of my heart