aboriginal.

planted in an earth so dear looking to the sky, I stop thinking is not my hunt it is this land, its scent living since ages, I know places where I drew my greenest dreams decorated so sweet with the songs of avian life my words are my acts my acts my only solace for…

i want to be here.

believe it or not I am a selfish one I wish to stand upon a place that I own a state where I can claim a reason to behold I am but me since the only thing that really matters is I want to be here and you can’t do anything about it.

plea of a wall.

the leisure of walking away how blissful its taste I wonder how two strong feet feel like while wanting a change I have the freedom to run unlike now where I am stuck in cement together with my friends unharmed, yet helpless useful, yet lifeless I cant run into the sunset only mourn at my…

Daijobu.

a summary on my page is a drop of silence and a few shades of green while thinking I am breathing I often stop to think what matters is not matter itself but a shadow that behaves a brilliant phenomena of nature that inculcates in rust how a process transforms substance while never revealing itself…