What you read here is loosely described as poetry. And what is poetry but the clearest way to express an unreal headache that is brought on only by unceasing experiences of life? Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme. Why should it? Rhythm – that’s the importance.
T H E T R U E F R E E D O M
The destructive love for a sister, the urge to be rid of all pollutants – this is what drives him to create a true freedom for her to escape into.
I: The True Freedom – Memory II: The True Freedom – Time
III: The True Freedom – Need IV: The True Freedom – Care
V: The True Freedom – Material
M I S C
Miscellaneous one-offs. From suicide to something I was born with, poetry has the potential to come from anywhere.