But why do I write poetry?

Because of my dreams off course! 

Dreams played an important part in my life since childhood, I place them in notebooks, these where my diaries, and became part of my awakening life.

Surreal visions combined with personal reflection, grotesque imagery, and memory bleeds into a landscape of frozen emptiness, isolation, and despair.

What do my memories keep the most ; dreams; or a distorted reality that is at once haunting; urgent;unhuman; 

My poems belong in my intense nightmares, where fear, loss, and temporal fragility is an urgent matter.

A testament to fragility, inner turmoil, and the dark beauty of existence, unraveling death, obsession, and the fleeting nature of life.