Falling for feeling. Time stops our hearts again. Visceral emanations break bread with remember-whens and has-beens. The nows and the laters wage
Life ends as leaves fall. Occam?s razor strikes again. Can I dance if I have no soul? If I go under will you find me cold? And if I travel to distant
hours. Time devours life?s foundation. Familiarity He has known this fate before. Doomed to repeats the denial of this historical lust of disaster. A
If only lives could paint themselves. The winding roads would not lie. Empty spaces could co-exist with empty faces to experience the invigoration
I can?t promise you won?t find a note. For our gallows still stand luminous and tall. And they?re calling to us even now. I will make no sacred vow. A
The dive into numbness, the only option today. Retreating into oblivion never felt so effortless. Forging the path within an eternal descent. Hope