about

just a soul spinning in space

(giulia maria)

a dark room

A dark room

Only the silent sound of whatever noises are present beyond the skull

beneath the chatter of mind

And the stirring of pastel petal dots

Floating off a Parisian reverie

Into the space of the night

“Are these words beautiful?”

I don’t know. Are my colors beautiful?

“I think so…but my thoughts seem to mean very little these days”

a poetic inquisition

sanguis d'sidera