Dear Siren, I need some wine, the dark side of Nirvana,
and a wild beach. Existence is a fragmented art.
Deeply-meaningful re-construction,
re-emerging new Truths
Fragment and fragment, dare to re-emerge into existence
as your own exotic myth.
barefoot on Infinity
Who are you? This question has the most fragmented answer,
and this answer is ever-expanding…
not-yet-existing tomorrow
Truth is relative in this world. Truth is always under construction.
It’s only you who has to find your own Truth.
New fragments of existence,
Save the whales
and multi-truth redemption.
Re-enchanted genius,
re-veined concepts of the future
Fragment and fragment,
existence has an ever-expanding meaning…
Truth-claiming lipstick,
Discover the primordial territory of your Soul,
and dare to look at your own forbidden blossom.
Abstract infinity,
Asking unasked questions is a new type of genesis.
Some questions transform.
Banned mirror,
Re-truth your mirror,
discover new concepts of who you are.
avant-garde worldview