The cold of your death

It is still. Muck quiet, and yet, the ravens croak up there. In the tops of the trees for the pitch-black night. The branches crack, the leaves crackle, the wind blows. Next and [...]

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My vampire [...]

My original creature of darkness You are. My salvation, as well as the pure damnation. Angel without wings and demon away from the light. So everything seems to be, a no and yet nothing. You are[…]

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When life passes by

Day in and day out, every second in, there lives the little person. It does and does, lets and then creates. A lively hustle and bustle, in lazy dance. A back and forth and then much [...]

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Intelligence as a possibility

Capture relationships in seconds. Immediately solve problems and send the mind on endless journeys of desolate creativity. It seems almost unfair. One can do it, the other one can not. The one gets the unlimited possibilities [...]

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