Fade out, again.

Sometimes the energy you feel, and the decisions you make, are VERY real. You cannot screw up somethings, for they change who you are. Your decisions aren't being monitored by any external agent, but your mind is watching. It's listening when you crave, it feeds off of you and misdirects you, and the only thing you CAN do, is cross the bridges that are already on fire. The flames burn bright, and you can feel the heat on your face, but there is no other way to get to the other side, where the rain awaits to comfort your feverishly warm skin.


People may care about you enough to not watch you die, but you can never care that much about yourself. All you seek is completion, Absolution. Consolation barely cuts it. 


It's not something you want, it's a need. And if that Need is a person, it's all the more dangerous for you, because then not only do the forces of the universe conspire against you, but the innate nature of humans to destroy something beautiful interacts additively. There's not much you can do either, because as the slow chemical slowly chokes you, you start to see everything behind a haze of memories, and your judgement is clouded by the thick vapors of your dreams. 


Hope is a perishable resource, and quickly runs out as you hear more people consoling you than holding your hand and telling you they're with you regardless of the risks for them. Morals are for losers in this universe, for all the others can see things for as they are, without the wishful thinking that blurs your own vision.


It's a difficult life, sticking to your beliefs and principles, but it's the only one you know how to live, even if you're the only one who believes in yourself anymore.


If your enemy is your own respect for love, there is a level of hell deeper than what you've seen so far. Unlike the fires people talk about, this level is dark, there's no light there. Just spine chilling coldness. Not cold enough to kill you or send you into absolution, but cold enough for you to scream with pain as you crawl on the icy floors seeking any trace of light, until your mind starts playing tricks with you, and feigns warm fires afar, just as a mirage eludes thirsty travelers in the desert sands.


There's no other soul you can trust but hers.. and you won't mind, even if she drives a sword into your ribs only to have something she's touched,touch your skin....

The Fabulus Thunderbirds

I don't know how it came to being, but still immersed in the seemingly fake chores of life, I found that there is nothing I love quite as much as traveling.
It all began from a curious quest when I agreed to a friend's offer of driving a Thunderbird.

The Beast

We took her down to a country road a little out of town, one of the last places on earth I ever thought I'd seek Nirvana, let alone actually attain it.

I never loved bikes that much, but all of that was about to change. The world felt much different, with a gnarling beast following my command every moment along the road. From that time on, there have been countless breakdowns, countless repairs, and countless leg burns from silencers, things that now feel like occupational hazards.
From that point on, started a series of events like live shows with my band, some work related journeys and pretty soon, it was fairly obvious that the odometer of my life would face a serious rise.
Before I knew it, I had become part of a two part biker 'gang' who love nothing more than the intense note of a Royal Enfield Growl. The road became a part of our brethren, and we became worshipers of the beast.

Riders on the storm

Both of us being crazy photographers, our journeys went on to mean much more to us than random traveling, two of our favorite things (photography and biking) had somehow seemed to compliment each other perfectly. It works out heavily in our favor, we go places and click photos of things that unless clicked how we visualize them, any third person would just not understand.

Now, for me a time has come where I abide by a simple theory of life, what matters when you go to bed one last time, is the experiences you've had, the places you've seen. I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep adding to that list.

Me with the Demon