Sysyphe - Sinking

Sleep Dealer - Nozomi

A portal to the highways that burst in on minds occupied thoughts, shapes that come in disaster coalesce to a simmer and boil along trimmed perplexities. Spaces lose touch and distance denies the gap. This furthering with an echo of lost paradigms is the hidden puzzle that can never look back. I sometimes think I can still hear the originating source, yet fall to a madness I once coveted veiled under dark nights discourse.

A portal to the highways that burst in on minds occupied thoughts, shapes that come in disaster coalesce to a simmer and boil along trimmed perplexities. Spaces lose touch and distance denies the gap. This furthering with an echo of lost paradigms is the hidden puzzle that can never look back. I sometimes think I can still hear the originating source, yet fall to a madness I once coveted veiled under dark nights discourse.

To feel 

Unintelligent terminology

I hate being called a “Shim” such an unintelligent response to something people will never understand.

Blurry legs

Blurry legs

River

A river made of lonely ache flows into deep black tonight.

When I talk to you. It is from the dead leaves that reach into the dusk of dead hearts.

When I talk to you. It is from the dead leaves that reach into the dusk of dead hearts.