Tales of autumn

where is it written                 how many days one must spend                 roaming through the fog                 where t...

constantly bathing our ears in sound minds cluttered with thought and when we dive into silence our demons start screamin...

painting by Daria Petrilli fingers weaving blue velvet to surround myself with electric pulse running through parts of...

swift travellers through time when all we know is now what did you do on this day, a year ago? not something you would know...

spider web and dust clings to the things your fingers have abandoned as tornado pulls through your life and you watch ...