Three after four on the untimely clock—your heart throbs and the sheets melt. It is dimly lit outside and the moon is just about to sink...

This life, or a beautiful lie in each preposterous act—those that they see as morality and if there is anything left here, dust of lies...

Little rainbows inside our minds—it’s that one thing that no one ever shares or what is this chaotic landscape. Born with nothing but a...