as the music seeps deeper in the recesses of my neuronic pathways pathways like the water of the first rain in the hungry earth i rejoice the feeling of being alive

Does it make senseTo own one's desiresAnd hold you inMy arms, closed andWarm like a phospheneMemorised, drunk and deadLooking in your eyes,Trying to make senseOf the patterns ofLife with what youHave to judge and classifySensual emotions, lettingGo the anarchic...

Shifting Focusdisappointedthat no onelooks athimthe performerstarted tolook athimselfand enjoyingwhat hedidforgot thefaint signsdisappointmentlost in hisown worldintimately interconnectedand whenhe wasdrawn tothe beautyof silenceand visualisedthe...