September 2010
3 posts
aesculapius
i have been ongoing 2 years on medical school.
i have always into art in any kind of form, from sounds to visual or both and always believe and promised to dedicated myself into it.
Everyday i woke up i found myself finding reasons why i choose this path, almost like making believe everything it’s right on it’s place
Art somehow taught me to accept any kind sense of comfort in doing...
glass
sipped the water runs in the air
time tripped, this insight won’t shut
numbers can’t tell the differ reasoning
driven soft under demanding signs
behold i grasp the glass, thus empty
and tighten the loose
sharpen the glass
surround my cries
lost in arrays, smoldering
