For I Confess the Ocean to Dislocate Vindiction Saturday, March 21, 2009
On the other side, on the lighter side You're only blown in a memory that I will fail to disjoint from the heartless tortured abdomen of the denied lifeline I received from the dying sun the burden remains to rest on me I fear my mind drown in black blood the formula does not work that I sense limit to this winding worth pensively trying to ridicule loathing wayward inward dissecting to the pseudo-skill of shifting.
Erika Ruiz | 22:24 |
on the other side
Weightless Overbearing
The pensive nothingness decenters the path of a dream with rigor, mirth and irony. Highly possible as the feeling of pondering while breathing soothes the burden of the being; like seeing the entire spectrum of light and darkness, fishing on a sunken castle lake of a setting, free with delirium and wine.
Play the music below if you want.
a portrait hole
Erika Ruiz
19 [27 August 1990]
Manila, Philippines
dreams inspire me
surrealist dissection
By the way, this is just for the expression of and for the self; so as to escape, be fit for a refuge. Non-fiction and surrealism might often insert itself. This is a storage of the raw.
