Delirium of frankness,
words that fall to the solitude of the pavement,
cold and in time,
without any reason,
without stories or warm canvases.
Walking among proverbs and non-existent phrases,
the history of existence so vain and clear.
Insufficient verb
the one who pulls himself by the rope
of aged alcohol.
On the narrow road,
twists his belly,
vibrating inward,
between poems
and rhyming words
in a row.
Nothing matters,
the words are falling
and escape through the void
of the busy mind
between trouble and cold.
They are the lies,
long strips towards recklessness,
dishonesty,
false declarations of friendship.
Climatic insolences,
solutions to verbiage
that make your skin crawl,
for the constant illusion
of the desire to be true.
But no.
Nothing is true until blurred,
porousness of the environment
and polish the demented heart,
of love,
of symbolism,
geometry
and parallelism
without forgetting empathy.
Because nothing makes sense,
everything repeats itself
becoming cyclical,
harmonious
and quite cynical.
Photographers: Vinnie Nanthavongsa