Art is made to save the humankind from their own heads and to express the feelings in their hearts. I try to draw the picturesque views of the void in my soul, using stories and characters. I hope you can at least partially relate to some of my words.
If you like poetry or short stories, check out my works :)
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Stories by Teo Slavova
Somebody's last lullaby
"What was once in green gets yellow, what was once love, becomes ash, what was once voice, falls silent...
Phoenix
A short poem about love and hate, fire and ashes.
