Deus ex Machina: A Digital Bloodletting

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One day, the strain
I’ve never felt like this before
Our lives capsized, one man will give back
Be calm my love
Why don’t you kneel for me?
I write for sight
One day you’ll find me in the corner
More sublime,
But I still never died before…

White Rabbit

Sometimes I just want to sleep away. Spend my time lost in dream, escaping the slow drip of the day. These images and words of God’s bio-mechanical masterpiece. Ripples of creation, and echos of things to come. A glimpse into what I want, or what I fear.

Come with me through the looking glass.

Hold my hand, and we can be lonely together.

I’ll show you where I used to bury toys in the yard. You can show me where you dropped flower petals into the wind.
We can compare notes of what we are looking for; we might just find each other along the way.

Tag, you’re it.

It’s in these small hours of the night, that the minutes seems to drag out forever. I feel tired and heavy eyed, reluctant to retire to my empty chambers.

Subconsciously I think I wait until I feel exhausted, so sleep will come fast.

Then I won’t have to deal with the visions of who used to be here;

or the longing of who I would have next to me now.

Yikes

It looks like we’ve become too popular and need more bandwidth!

Under construction until further notice.

Werd.

Shake it up.

Who knows?

#endtrans

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