RJ| h o p e

|28.04.2020 There's this soft fading echo of Promises undone throughout the crevasses of my mind,hoping for Silence to whisper something simpler, more intimate, more authentic and brutally exotic my way. I am, this necessary skin and bone with a pinch of modesty,frequently tip-toed-tango through my own imbalancesin hopes to save…

There’s no April Fools’ this year

The sense of humour and pranking style left most empty handed this year. As almost everyone around the globe had their own form of lockdown and social distancing to adhere to. The tone entering into April had been more on the down side... Don't you feel part of the eye…