Return

“We shall return”, is all I can remember of that fateful night under the shadow of the tree and the morning star. A momentous night where one’s preconceptions are deconstructed forever by the presence of the real, true one.

Beauty

Would beauty exist without the flesh, a drinking buddy once asked and hence stirred a life-long interest in the subject.

I honestly don’t know if it does depend on the flesh. Come to think of it, taxidermy would not be so intriguing if beauty lies independent of the flesh, wouldn’t it?

It is always beautiful when it bleeds, though.

Orthodox

The true orthodox will not budge from the path of dark light, even if it hides in the shadowy corners of the cold, damp walls 

The orthodox shall prevail, ascending to the very warmth of the darkness and its embrace

Abra - Had - Kadum - Dabra

Hate #2

When you’re not with the pain you trust

Trust the pain you’re with

Hate

When you’re not with the one you hate

Hate the one you’re with