The_Vizier

UNTITLED An empty bottle, an empty sea, a whithering flower; a white page memory, fluttering away, free. Deja vu - i feel. Maybe like a 32 mm reel, spinning like ...

So you come here to take me with you? Are you sure you came to the right place, eh? Well, I admit I'm lost, whats today-Monday; Sunday. Whats tomorrow- May ...

I feel like the broken glass of the vanity mirror she uses to see her face. Its been seven years since we parted ways. Yet we still live in the ...

The clocks are stuck on eight, the lights below in the streets are here again; watch them fireflies fly. The curtains are drawn, a bait . Your secret life captured ...