The Red Dragon
Writing but about what? Of me, of my world, as I perceive it. Of my experiences I live, about what I am: I see dragon, red as the blood. It stays above my head and... More »
Writing but about what? Of me, of my world, as I perceive it. Of my experiences I live, about what I am: I see dragon, red as the blood. It stays above my head and... More »
This is the time. The time to live. Without fear. Being myself. How much people can do the same? Sweet child in time, you'll see the line; The line that's drawn between the good and... More »
Yep. it's hard. But it's good. Why? I have felt, I have thought, I have loved. Ones say "don't involve yourself, it's self-defeating". I answer them "This is the life's bread, I need it" They... More »
Always I want more to feed my egotism. It searches, always, a way or a thought makes to feel me better than others. But I want break this chain. I want live simply, living. I... More »
I have a damned fear to be thrown out and remain alone. So I subordinate many my actions to this fear. Hence I mask myself and I hurt the others. I haven't to have fear.... More »