- Dec 2, 2020
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hello from vienne

to the souls, whose words are more radiant than the eyes can perceive

establishing this website on december 2020 as another form of journey through writing and stories, i will express myself on behalf of the sphere of human experiences through the pages of this place.

anticipating as we connect,

vienne lesaca

begin again (prose version)

i should see the empty white ceiling when i'm lying down on the coldest floor, but i saw the peeking of the dark, and my eyes — wide open — were not helping. the morning may outrun the dreams again. i

dreams under piles of dust

you will find me beside the sun and not on the chariot carrying the moon, standing camouflaged by the horizon, lingering from where the waves started, stagnant at almost setting, forever twilight. asp

three words away

journey to the first poetry and prose book & gratitude i could not even tell you why there was a rose and what your name in my notebook was written for. this is a book of faltering confessions, an exp