shelving this site off for a while now. i’ve been bogged down by school and the amount of work is stacking. it’s only going to get worse. there hasn’t been much of an inspiration to post either. anyway, i’m listening to aplenty of music pieces, more than usual, and they are bringing me to places, which does feel right.

and at this very moment, my breath smells of garlic.

sometimes, a person do not feel the delicate nature of an image, a few words, a thought. it sets you wondering as you watch it to be desecrated, fading off, to be slightly tainted. there is no place to keep it safe, but in the walls.

i wish they could just provide bumps and nothing else, just like a spring, up and down. up. and down.

we are looking for astronauts