Human : painter, digital art maker, sound composer, poet, writer, qigong healer & trainer
If I poem You in my Heart that will not be the real experience of the life If I poem You as good as I am for You that will be just a lie a dream full of untrue blue
By Darkos12 months ago in Poets
Breath of You in my dream like an ongoing repeating sin we are always in the constant move you are in a hurry for the interviews and your tour
Some guys or girls will make you clean the whole garderobe not because you are about to meet them but rather because they just get stuck in your life throat and drive your nerves into the corner of the living core
By Darkos12 months ago in Education
The connection with people with who you can't have a deep connections are about the atmosphere of the place the objects the surrounding of theirs. It may help you to reconnect with them again. It also drives the mood and senses towards their being if you happen to live with them for quite long you may develop a connection with this world and it may be hard to leave later on as your being is part of it all.
It came out of nowhere just like that through years of ups and downs in so many fields the ups and downs as of the public eye nothing to do with the real reality of it all
You must be thinking of me right now quite a bit quite intensively right now I always do feel You from that way far away but still able to come so close into my mind.
Now You already know, You know all about the darkest of my soul and all the horrors that I was and I am going through in the reality humor
The energy feels like diablos were around and awake the noise is coming from my neighbours home its my 4thh time in a row I am waking up out of the horrible nightmares at night and it is not a coincidence they are suddenly back again. They are not the only diablos around in there, in here there are just more than more I feel more and more alone around such creatures.
By Darkosabout a year ago in Education
The fly that is called a horse fly sit on my arm while I was picking up the blueberries Her bites were strong I made Her to go away but then She came back on the same hand and the arm to bite once more for real now.
I will transform myself into the world That is completely unknown not discovered yet A world in which I am never alone a world in which form doesnt know its form and the formless becomes the shaping sculpted none object form. I will transform myself into the parabolas of Your life in its real surface A place where we met and a place where love was born in Your heart but Your choice is to stay apart I always loved the way You are but when You have felt I run away I am just a silly dumb I can not keep on healing and fixing its my mission until the grave. This time I am at least trying to convince myself that transforming into the world of non existence it is the only human way for this all wordly game. How great it does feels to walk without the human shape just an energy full of micro tiny cells
By Darkosabout a year ago in Fiction
Let them live where they are at talk with them in Your own created way so that You will be present to connect with them. It doesn't matter if they are tripping still making someone else or You full of guilty mistakes, You know the truth let them speak what they are able to speak. If they need to talk this way means they are trapped in this ongoing cage but just talk, talk with them
By Darkosabout a year ago in Journal
Hidden by the night thrown into the paranormal abilities hides the real surface from the world that doesnt want to live the clear optimal right to heal on its own with its own healing hands
By Darkosabout a year ago in Poets
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