It was a place I saw countless moons ago.Everything was tiled.And after the dream,I woke up tired. It had pools oh so deep.And I saw the place,dreaming in my sleep.It just looked so familiar. And so,I did research.This place divine wasn't...

The moon glowed.The wind softly flowed.And it's been a long night shift. Night and day drift.And at the end,the moon goes to rest.In its very own little space. It calls it,the moonscape.It never arrives late.And it offers the moon a food...

fear of the verse sometimesIt is like you activate a diverThat goes to the deepest cavesWhat I have drownedMutilatedMutedIn the course of timeWhat if the current is too muchAnd divingI can not find my way back.