Tales of autumn

every one of us lives his own story filled with happiness and sorrow our voices entwined to the world wishing only to lov...

in the comfortable corner of the room when the world becomes silent and black my thoughts subside, and only then do I dare to admit...

your cheek touches the hard surface of the pavement in your eyes there are no sparks smouldering the spirit resists and it...

your feet have stepped on the same staircase hundreds of times in haste and in languidness I can hear creaking o...

a rock falling into pitch blue lake – soundlessly, with little or no effort; it makes its' way naturally, like my heart melt...

I hear a question »Did you sleep ok?« like out of the blue I didn't even know I was awake, my mind still puzzled my sk...