Billions of fingerprints.
Are over each other.
And they never touch.
They never erase.
History.
But they scatter.
Each touch.
Into billions.

Of acts.

#poetry

We start with words.
They leave a mark.
Of a thought.
Which we think. 
While seeing them.

But it ends there.
 
#poetry

There is a man we need.
And others need him, too.
While we are patient.
We are getting desperate.

So is he.

I realised it needed more.
And all I had was time.
I applied my time.   
I aged.
And my time went into it.
But it is still incomplete.
And my time is running out.
What should I do with it?
Give it all away.

Because it needs it?

#indiedev #IndieGameDevs #poetry

I am holding back the game.
So I can be sane.
And continue to live seriously.
As a clown.
I need that.
I need to try.  
And keep it in my head.
For as long as possible.

But I need to let go.
Of secret joys.

#indiegamedev

I have gone too far.
I have gotten lost.
On the right path.  

It is endless.

#poetry

I am giving my games.
My personal touch.
Between their rules.
Is a personality.
That tries to break through.
Their logic.
And it means nothing.
Doing nothing.
With no game.
Or computer.
A feeling.
In me.

Deeper than code.

Is lost.

#poetry #indiegame #indiegamedev

I once made a level to torture a friend. But he had fun.

It was video games

Anything could be endured.

#indiegamedev #videogames

I recall playing my first game.
I understood it immediately.
Why do you think so?
And did it need to explain itself?
It did not.
I saw through it.
With unkown experience.

From another life.

#videogames #poetry #indiegames #indiegamedev

I am preparing my first release.
And I am preparing to let it go.
Once I am finished.
The truth is that I am.
But I’m not yet ready to let it go.
But it is time.
And they are waiting.
And they know it is ready.

Somehow.

#IndieGameDev #poetry

The void calls to gamers.
And they bring their play.
So that games are all there is.
Which makes them into life.
As they always were.

To the lifeless void.

#poetry #videogames