I will keep falling deep down into my abyss, until my chaos turns it into an art scene.
I keep falling deep down into my dark abyss… At some point my abyss will turn into a horizon…
I reached my very edge. I was about to break down. I was about to break through.
To get out of depression, you need to find your exotic connection.
I like a hint but not a full story. I need an exotic star but not the whole universe.
Walk barefoot on your convictions and beliefs… Ask unasked questions about the edge of your existence.
View your life as a form of art, and dare to turn it into an existential masterpiece.
Life is an art of mystical combination.
At the edge of who you are, you may find the fragments of your original beginnings.
I prefer to be wrong to save the wildness of the right.
Walk barefoot on your dogma… Art is a journey into your existential fairytale.
Welcome to planet Earth, find an exotic version of yourself.
Some symbols let you express yourself infinitely in their force.
Planet Earth is a fantastic destination if you manage to find this surreal sensation of wild liberation.
I keep falling deep down into my dark Abyss until my Abyss turns into a horizon…
The art of existence is to find a sensation of spiritual expansion that makes you larger than existence itself.
The art of existence is to live your own myth. To understand your own myth. To expand your own myth.
If you want to be interesting for your own God, you must have something that your God does not know about.
Tomorrow I will run more courageously, more outrageously.
I wonder the world desperate to find the edge of myself… But it seems that a human soul is always “to be continued”…