What I can't say out loud or to anyone else.
I live in the grey, skate the line, and like the masks that I hide behind. Meet me in a dream, that's where I like to scream, and then eat ice cream. You are you, I am me. But, if you yearn for more of the story, all you need to do is ask.
I write about what I see, and then twist them into tales written on the page. What else can I say, but I am natural born storyteller with stars in their eyes looking for somewhere to shine.
This is where I post things I have written and sometimes a place where I post pictures, when I can't write and am waiting for inspiration to hit. Most of my stories are raw pieces; so just lose yourself in the story and stop judging my grammar.
Time to just be and stop becoming.
Tomer Hanuka - Marquis De Sade / Philosophy in the Boudior book cover
“So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it.”
- Hermann Hesse
what just happened
a pair of lungs got filled with air and it was awesome
that’s happening inside of you…
So even if years later we aren’t kissing each other,
Girls will still taste the love we had
Pluto, Roman god of the underworld and the judge of the dead. Pluto was also the son of Saturn!
and her paths are roads of sin,
and her tracks are pathways to iniquity,
and her by-ways are rebellious wrong-doings.
Her gates are gates of death,
and from the entrance of the house
she sets out towards the underworld.
None of those who enter there will ever return,
and all who possess her will descend to the Pit.