takes time to depart, and sometimes,

never leaves at all.

a smell, a touch, thoughts, moments, feelings, movements, words left unsaid, words barely spoken …

a distinct sense, distinct fragrances … that lingers on and on…

– Angie karan –

Like a river pulling me closer

dragging me under

deeper and deeper again

my soul don’t hear me no more

you got the power

that power over me

your power like the thunder

shaking my waters

beautiful danger

drawing me into the dark …

baby what have you done

I’m powerless

every time I try to fight

I’m living lies

my soul just walked out the door

Elliott Wheeler – Power

Ph : Carlos Nunez

When I have neither pleasure nor pain and have been breathing for a while the lukewarm insipid air of these so called good and tolerable days, I feel so bad in my childish soul that I smash my moldering lyre of thanksgiving in the face of the slumbering god of contentment and would rather feel the very devil burn in me than this warmth of a well-heated room. A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse, perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to commit outrages, to pull off the wigs of a few revered idols…

– Hermann Hesse – Steppenwolf