Since the Scope Turned Out of Nature Saturday, March 21, 2009
Can never find any words Cannot conceive and let so unafraid of the retirement with the works traced in disinterest the blame is incomplete convinced by the mistaken hold directed to the disease of war at hand I strike out leaving the overrated dosage of the waves without submission When I think of signifying I only express unknown even I felt the stranger intruding though I never destroy for this will be the last time I watch the sound of failing wrong Can never see Cannot feel even in surreality
Erika Ruiz | 22:50 |
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 [8.27.90]
manila, philippines
college student
dreams inspire me
surrealist dissection
capo di tutti capi
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.
