Some days it all just gets away from me. I try to value and appreciate the words and worlds of those around me but they ring so hollow and haunted that I just seem to end up clutching my own similarly fictional, if ever so slightly better-informed, reality to my chest as a treasured possession […]
…some days are dark; dreams grow distant like those long afternoon shadows that stretch off towards vanishing horizons like feathered violets in your eyes and there, intangible and coiled in the fading light, lurk invisible as poisoned serpents of self-doubt that eventually visit us all, in troubled sleep or as a metallic-taste of dreaming awake […]
Daedelus Kite 