FrankMoth

Let Time grow on You and In you. Let Time drown you. Let Life gild your existence in the End.

our real home, where every moment is made of comfort and warmth, just like in the summers back when we were kids.

It's in there somewhere even if you can't see it. Just like spring in the last few years, barely felt.

You think you're hunting me but I am right behind you.

Ιt is impossibly difficult, but softly, subtly, ever so imperceptibly they constantly move.

and Nothing can stop the triumphant advance of Beauty.

“I Hope this postcard finds you well. I will wait for You here for the Spring equinox. It's splendid this time of the year."

It's the Only Sad, Beautiful and True Path.

It is the simplest thing and I am sure you've felt it too. When the Sun rises and shines you feel that everything is possible and everything will be Alright.

and You have a way to remind it to me every day.

Divine mechanisms, only for looking Up.

Almost You. Almost Together.

remember when We Used to count the minutes? they don't exist anymore.

and we will be Forever Free.

“I Hope this postcard finds you well. I am still watching this city and this world trying to sleep."

Nothing is a given anymore in our life. Except maybe from the fact that Silence and Simplicity are the same person.

Every single one of my memories is painted in the colors of autumn leaves, because you have loved fall so.

I hear this music playing from afar. Every night. Even though I have never been there.

"I Hope this postcard finds you well. We are having a great time. Don't worry, everything will be alright in this planet."

You Gifted me an Autumn, to Live in.

Digital Retro Space Collage

Purity froze in time, soon to be awakened by our tears of Redemption.

Her Asymmetries. The place where all the World makes sense.

The point where all the worlds connect is you.

isn't a part of This World

all it took was a Veiled Smile to calm all the Storms in your Soul.

and there I was between incompleteness and serenity.

Let my Soul’s journey in this world be just like a Bird’s flight in autumn. recurring but unique lonely but not solitary.

Taking the reigns for centuries to come, from kings unworthy of understanding the world's collective memory.

We expand as our Memories are reflected in complex translations, and we spin in a world defined by its Transformations.

don't Ever take Your eyes off me.

in a small silent room of the house she grew up in.

at some point the whole world will come against you. but in the end you will hold your ground.

I fell in love with the raindrops on my soul's window because of You.

He hasn't moved in centuries. But he is forever Free.

One Last Deep Breath. One New Refreshing Silence.