Vidaeum: OMFG ( Read more... )

BEhold ( Read more... )

yet another friday like the last ( Read more... )

on a rainy and otherwise unremarkable monday morning, the sun shines on the asphalt in little jewels of light. the sky does not seem capable of producing this light, but it sparkles across the ground anyway. The contrast conjures a sigh from me, and i forget that i am filling up my drinking vessel with more water ( Read more... )

what white light is glowing ( Read more... )

Do you recall it's name ( Read more... )

you must know your mythic origins ( Read more... )

helthless wastes of taste
revealed nothing but the scarcity
where is the sky?
where is the sky?

a smile, only this and the father-star
or maybe the father-planet
of my name?
ov thine own eyes

seething like some burning sand
like earth scorched in stasis
motionlessness
idiosyncrasy of the lives

we all become
we all become

it's late ( Read more... )