forget me


The passing of clouds.
The passing of life.

The Stranger

Tell me, enigmatic man, whom do you love best? Your father, your mother, your sister, or your brother?

"I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother."

Your friends, then?

"You use a word that until now has had no meaning for me."

Your country?

"I am ignorant of the latitude in which it is situated."

Then Beauty?

"Her I would love willingly, goddess and immortal."


"I hate it as you hate your God."

What, then, extraordinary stranger, do you love?

"I love the clouds - the clouds that pass - yonder - the marvellous clouds."

Charles Baudelaire

i’ve lost sight of myself.

i’ve lost sight of myself.

”I’m a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world.”

you have your life. that’s all you need.

”wenn du weit gehen willst, gehe mit anderen.”

i think the end is love. once you’ve finally fallen in love, you’ve transcended yourself. from then on you can only upgrade.

get drunk

find someone you’ll always be drunk with.

just stop resisting life, please. dismiss the need to go against the current..better yet, to stand in one place. breathe and feel.

just breathe and feel the hand of life holding yours.

let go. let go. let go.
let him/it/all go.

let go. let go. let go.

let him/it/all go.

last night i was on a rocket with my dad. heading for the night sky.

i penetrated myself. there was dark. and there was light.

i was on the cusp.