Embracing, building the beauty I can live with
in the beautiful slanted light of the late summer evening.


Darkness will soon come with its blanket.

(Clouding over my sighing...)



This night will now be killed,
but rise up turned and free
after dawn. after day,
after twilight...


Digging in future memories.

Cutting open the hidden.

Wanting to tear down and lift up.


Raising myself alive: The Aesthete.