Stockholm

Of genius, color and despair, of opportunity and flair, the swan sang a song before it drowned. A babylonian tower on top of a mount. Chiseling away at blue to get to the copper underneath. Heed the falcon, to double jeopardy yield. Whitewashed, not washed, crusty, crumbling, chipping off. A white linen cloth, used and […]

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Empty

An empty head. An empty page. A bursting head. An empty page. Pressure – muffling and shrill at once. A void that is never near to clear, a hole that is but a disarmed reaction to simply everything. Blank And then this shrill noise… this terrible high pitched buzzing sound that pierces my eardrums and […]

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