RINO AIIGO

Listen

Listen to the trees, listen to the flowers

Listen to the wind, listen to the stars too

Listen to the things your eyes won’t tell you.

Ouroboros Ophis

At the end is where I begin
singing a song of recreation and death
while the flowers wither under the veiled moon
at dawn another budding shall bloom

Troubled, troubled

troubled, troubled
let me light a cigarette
the smoke smells like a leader
and now troubles follow

manifestation

thoughts can be healthy or unhealthy
the bad ones are like parasites
they manifests and feeds on the host
until the host’s brain self-destruct

another late night accompanied by coffee. in the bitterness, i find myself.

Late night nn

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helplessly hoping

one week of cutting, layering, shaving, drawing.. and I’m finally holding my heart in my hand, proud and happy.

Emotions III

Maybe someone can give me a purple bear as a gift?

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