mute sunlightthe passing of time is slowed by waiting. the wind is taking an eternity to &nbsmute sunlight
object passionObjects of posession and passion, objects of memory and melancholy.object passion
There is no haven, you are forever surrounded by objects that bind you, to an existence of no escape.
There lies a paper bag, unseen and unhidden from the mind.
And there, on the shelf, sitting with nonchalant grace, a picture frame, that no one but myself can understand the significance of.
There are so many! Too many! A complex spider web chockfull of dew.
Controlled by objects of unknown power, I am a puppet on strings attached to a million god
RedVoidWindows and marbles, glass and rainbows, dust motes and ink, shattered sky make up rainy days. In infinite memory you live, and I, always the mad dog chasing its tail. A shifting shadow, sifting through sunlight, becoming its enemy to break a cry. Prey nor predator, name nor face, known only as a weapon of steel and gray. Decode the smile and swim or drown in a river of crystal tears. Dawn has shed its sparkling dew drops,Void
and light and dark become a fairytale.
| ummm... what do you do here? |
1 year anniversary
It's Hot
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'What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
And i don't wanna fall in lust (this world is only gonna break your heart)'
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