It is the music of quiet Not a controversy, water flows Dancing, sole indifferences of dream exist To mean to be unheeded
I is out of the conscious
Indirect disposition, rebel zeroes Shifting metaphor shouts; hides Its enemy traces peace Waiting, it has to discontinue To mean to be magnified
Change is out of the way away
Clockwork in between nowhere and goodbye Time stopping; creep the opening vein Of eyes long overdue Vision of darkness, flying awake To mean to be sympathized
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.
