There is fog in the cityThe lightning in this bar seems dullCars passing byPeople walkingPeople talkingI am on my ownDrinking coffeeSmoking cigarettesReading poetryPieces of thoughts randomly shot in the abyssIt is rainingIt is quiet hereIn this corner of the...

There is a beauty thatcomes from walking aclover laden field, or apath in the woods and feelingthe autumn breeze andsmelling the wildflowers.You are so alive.There is an aching painas sharp and vivid as thebeauty, some knowledge in thefiber of...