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into the rabbit hole we go, a downward spiral into the unknown.
uncovering crevices untouched, beneath the dust and sand,
our end.

a fading warmth, a blinding light.
her arms in mine, our doom in sight.
restless slumber, endless days,
a dying flame, a setting sun
many years amount to none.
we see what we have become.

out of the looking glass, into her arms
my only solace i never could find.
her arms in mine.

briskwalk

There isn't a chance I could do this on my own, he said.
Truth, a scar you cannot hide.
Disillusionned by what is real, hiding in unrealities, lost in little corners, hiding ever hiding, one singular wish;
to be free from... free from?

cogsprocket.

inadequacies inadequacies inadequacies.
too much is enough. done too little. when, how. unanswerable. borrowed time, maxing out.
tick tick tick tick, the most important sound we never hear.

need for...

of endless talk and starlit sky. Pictures, memories, play in my head. Stop, Rewind, Play, Pause, Stop Rewind Play Pause. Always have, Always will? Never, maybe. Probably not...

5 to Seven

In a hazy daze, lack of sleep, inspiration and contact of the intimate kind; it's been a long time coming and better late than never ever. So my journey begins yet again.