The beautiful white house established just serenity. It was transparent and pure; unknowing of the dread deconstruction outside, unbothered despite the glasses presenting darkness of reality on the other side. Inside, there was peace and lightness. The spiral staircases were all over sorrounding the entirety of the inside, as if the only necessary structure. There were five dogs, protecting and protected by four humans. I was one of them.
White lights overpowering the night, the first dog started to repose on its side. Bothered by the second that tried to run around in madness, the standard shifted. The third, fourth, and fifth dog started to invade the territory of the first two for entertainment. Being the largest, the fifth dog led the instinct. It started running through the smallest staircase as the rest followed. They started a charade, the fifth dog turning around again and again until the support dwindled in its defeat.
In the end, we were just following their movements.
Erika Ruiz | 12:06 |
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.
