Heart. Root. Stone.

A body stretched between two spheres, with veins that trace the silent stone.
No pain, no cry - just dream appears, as root flows in, an...

She leans inside a breathing space, no more to flee, no more to fight.
The time that once awoke her pace, now rests within her hands, he...

In the tangle of old life-veins, a soul climbs upward, bare and torn,
naked with itself, mid ancient pains: When was the start? And wha...

I wear gold but it doesn’t lift me. It glows, but not for me.
I’m tired of having to sparkle, of the daily dance for attention, of compa...

O Lord of Light, of wisdom, of time, illuminate souls lost in the grime
of fearing that virtue is stitched in a dress, forgetting that t...

Soft dunes rise in light, whispers weave through tangled grass, silence breathes her name.

When I'm awake, I feel lost because you’re so far from my reality. But when I search for you in dreams, I find only the madness of my des...

A surreal view of reality is the key to the hidden garden of our subconscious, where thoughts and emotions bloom in unexpected forms.

The past often resembles a dark, old closet that confines us, taking away our breath and the light to see. To break free from it and init...