Crespiration, A Sanctuary.

This is not a blog, I refuse to relegate it to a blog, I prefer to call it a place of great expression, a place of santuary for our thoughts that's raging , that accompanies us throughout the day , a place of birth for works that will edify the human soul.



Where is the place that you call home? Where is the place which you shed your shells and cry out your needs and desires, your thoughts and opinions? Where is the place which you let true beauty arise? We choose not to hide it behind close doors, nor behind our skulls, for what good is it when it cannot be further inspired by it's cousin? An irony to escape from the environment , we thought, since the deposition first came from it.



Crespiration, A place where it is ignited by our passion , where it is continuing flamed by the cross-exchange of the invisible but real between our mind and soul. We seek to no longer to live in the realm that's so finite, at most 2ms, but we seek to make it's home bigger, and more alive and lively.



Crespiration, where we create, where we inspire, for nothing could please us more, to see you encouraged by us.