That morning cloaks my skin as usual—I had to once again keep the sunlight from touching me, had to seem normal… Silences always weigh heavy… the society progresses, but consciousness does not—they only upgrade the toys, they don’t care about your essence. There’s an ancient spirit within each of us…
My voice through the shadows, carries the weight of centuries and a quiet disdain for the mundane. To stand so close to them allows me to blend into their midst—or perhaps they mistake me for one of their own… to feel… oh, that primitive, tantalizing trap I have learned that…
A seductive murmur that glides like beauty, laden with an ancient and dangerous magnetism, was heard. The poles, always drawn to each other, never meet—Those emotional bombs, impregnated with a toxic scent… Desire, oh so primal, is like breath you can’t hold, a sigh that burns the lungs… it was…
I wandered near the river as I gazed upon the sunset, hearkening to whispers as if my soul were bidding farewell. When the heavens had nigh succumbed to darkness, there I lingered still… seated, pondering what the sky might mean, stripped bare of all the tales it imparts. Then, of…
In the salon, the air was thick, laden with whispers that didn’t belong to any living voice. Surrounded by candles, they trying to force the darkness to hush, there I was, moving through glimmers born of the darkness itself, denying evil as a god and good as a martyr……
This week, someone asked me what my favorite time to travel is, and I told them I adore the night… 🧛♀️ Moreover, I added a new philosophy to my eternal book: “No salvation, no damnation, just the cruel mercy of truth.” —kimV. Truth is a poisoned gift, a mercy that…
Inspired by Anne Rice. This is life—not a gospel ;) Dear readers, beneath the velvet shroud of night. Allow me to weave the words of this intriguing missive into the elegant cadence befitting an immortal creature of shadow, one who sips from the chalice of eternity and muses upon the…
“Les autres jouent un peu à ce genre de choses, mais Colm et Ivan sont des joueurs confirmés qui continuent à concourir à un haut niveau. Ivan a participé à des compétitions récemment — il a perdu trois matchs consécutifs en juillet, et le lendemain, il a découvert que… il…
Waking up, going to the terrace with a coffee in hand, barefoot, feeling the sun kiss my toes as I sip and soak in the view—cattle grazing on the grass. The simple things in life don’t bring happiness; they bring peace. In other blog posts, I’ve talked about happiness—y’all know…
This is an uncomfortable reflection on how certain “spiritual tourism trend” can turn into social media aesthetics. It’s not an attack on the rich or the poor—just a mirror held up to double standards. When I see someone who’s been swimming in cash their whole life say “Happiness is in…