I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played.

I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being.

Tell me what's the difference

There are things better left untouched by words.

Even a painful longing is some form of presence.

I write in order to comprehend, not to express myself.

I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that’s all.