Why Do We Make Art? Author Explores The Depths Of Leonardo Da Vinci's Brain To Find Out.
escape to fluttering eyelids this moth balmed in dreams glossed in the apex of REM solved by a puzzling mumbling my heart is arched; your kiss a raw elixir.▬
walked on crosshairs of boredom for too long my ennui, my identity lapsed into one like some landslide caricatured into thin lines of a fleshy personality; yet I smile in tides now I know why prisons wore straight lines.▬
something’s gotta give your turn to tune and play a favour something’s gonna waste with this excess of chemical lust something will foam and melt like blood and lava tastes like candy raw in the ocean’s tractability will you give me seeds to flower,…
This guy does things I dream about 😀 Oneofmany is one of a kind | Om Malik.