houses for rich people, a water stream invaded by artificial grass, artificial pools next to fresh water. my hands bathe in it. is it nature enough? untitled O (unreleased)

It is raining again. But the rain is always welcome in this forest. It freshens the air, keeps the cycle going. alone (2019)

It fills our mouth to say we know what is best for them, but always without us actually doing anything at all. machine E (unreleased)

Can I still think of you that way? Even if you don't think of me like that, or will it make it too awkward that you still bring me a smile. boxes (2020)

And when I found you I broke in tears, I hugged you and told you that in my pocket you would be safe. to brahms' lullaby (2019)

and now, there is nowhere else for me to go tonight, no other corner of this prison cell, this miserable capitalistic life. pleiades (2023)

And our hearts cross together and pour from one to the other and back and forth, weaving the fabric of a history that goes on and moves forward. running towards the end of my own existence (unreleased)

lvi. you ask yourself whether you've ever had wings before, but you insist that it could only be your imagination. you've never had wings, have you? a comprehensive guide (2020)

and now, there is nowhere else for me to go tonight, no other corner of this prison cell, this miserable capitalistic life. pleiades (2023)

nothing is sacred, not even heaven, so may we live on, but never forget them. nothing is sacred (2021)