Pedro Ribeiro

Falling
a year ago
I ear, the voices of the mad and intelligent. I see the darkness of the world through the eyes Of those near me. I look from above but all look dowm on me. I hear a knock, From a past That will never ...
Smoke
a year ago
Smoke, Divine creation. Soft and hard, Sensation of delight Pure pleasure... Inhale, Blow, Breathe. White mist Clouding my insight, Blinding my mind, Hit after hit. Happiness... I don't think I've eve...