Mens cogitationes

Intuition is a tool but not everybody know how to use it

Spitting out thoughts as life breathes

Trowing useless information at the universe

The unexpected and fantastic time travel around itself

The yesterday does not exist, it was all a dream

Everything humanity should know, but they chosen just to ignore

Although having the power to see the micro and macro world, the invisible truth behind life's meaning still scare us

Between lines there's no hope. As the spider grows inside the creature stomach the only thing that's left is silence and water

Prisoner of restlessness, trapped in the chains of uncertainty, the man don't bother to free himself from himself

A tear made of inifinite wishes burning in ashes

Sometimes an empty head weighs more than the brain itself

An electric digital brain simulating consciousness so precisely that confuses humanity

As the grass grows, a moss covered skull between graveyard stones realizes how humans are ominous

Same people that give you the answers, are creating the problem

We are ventriloquists of our own feelings

Time is a silent killer watching every step you make, every word you spell, every breath you take

Reflection of self awareness

Realizing that it was just a bunch of chemical reactions, the being ceases to exist where only its physical body matters

Faces that try to escape their own sadness will always end up fragmented into other versions of themselves

You saw the faceless man? I don't know him, never seen his face. It has a secret aspect, there are more than a thousand faces

Ignored by angels, I vented to demons and then broke up the fight between the two

Ethereal human trying to reach nirvana

A dog disguised as a human

Through a flaming ballet, the creature transcends in balance and reaches equilibrium.

I broke my bones, ruptured my veins, extinguished all my expressions, just trying to reach what I can't even touch: inspiration

Using the cosmos to solve a paradox

Time traveler dancing with the stars while the world burns

Immersed in our own insanity, the synthetic world we know spontaneously bubbles up in despair

Unforgivable sin of having believed in yourself

Catastrophically seeking perfection where only symmetry matters

Virtuously absorbing the aftermath of an illusion created by the atomic energy of things

Ephemeral...sublime, naively permeating the stars, the fearless creature dissolves in the universe letting life be forget