Desires make our capitalist world go round, but can we widen the gap on acting on them? Do we act on our yearnings, or are we controlled by them?
Writing nothing but #poem
Knowing nothing butthat leaving is a return home Feeling nothing butthat healing is a dance that shows both light and darkness, up and downthink you're winning only to frown Understanding nothing butthat this road knots into me alone Seeing nothing butthat thoughts cannot move me if blown way out of scale, watching their shadowsI long... Continue Reading →