I walked again, In the orange sunset, With poetry, music and wind, Questions, doubts and thoughts to sink, My mind and mood, Already than...

When the morning, Brings lots of quietness in the mind, It's always a blessing, But also makes me worry, That why aren't thoughts...

I've censorized versions of myself, And spiralled down my overthinking, Creating new thories and analogies, Of the chapters of the past,...