Deflate the Illusions

We were illusionists painting with all our favourite colours. Enamored by your elaborate hoaxes and your divine stories that wrapped me in cloaks of magic. Watching the fat snow flakes fall tonight, I take white to the walls of my mind and erase all those splendid words, the illusion warps and tears. Through the masks …

Melodic muse

I am discovering my body, from the inside out. The land of skin lit from under, waves caressing each joint as the energy moves in. I spend some time on a freckle, an island so far and yet so close, connecting constellations and worshiping the raised bumps that visit. From the top to the bottom, …