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It feels like there always existed a child who lived on some hilltop. His name was everyone’s name and everyone knew him and he knew eve..

The darkest space within oneself is the light itself.

A patch of dirt breathes and sweats, It's in the throes of childbirth. It gives up to itself to become, Out of itself a snowdrop rises. The p..

Is it time travel possible? Yes, of course, you can travel to before beginning, but without actually leaving the present time. It's called transcen..

Hey, hey wake up Sun bird, It's the time, the moment, that moment.. May you break those clouds, Again. Fly, fly away Sun bird, The beat of yo..

There is an incomprehensible pain, Behind the dampness of the eyes. Horror and helplessness Creep into hearts like never before. Minds are for..

They said billions of years, Since its beginning, Matter has traveled, To its morning. Sleeping light is awakening, Through flesh and blood, I..

I know people by the scars on their heart. I know people by the hate from their eyes. I know people by the pain of their past. I know devil, It's..

Hovering into mind's dream, Having affection for infection, The suffering is protected With brutalizing pain. Grotesques discrepancies Immediat..

Among so many, Exposed, but so unseen, Loudness of their quietude, Is shrouded in seclusion. The solitude confess of him. He too, conveys of sh..