with a heavy night's grain still floating ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

this was never my dream to begin with
(and becoming clearer by the day)

you wear a lie in every breath when there's a permanent 8hour lag between pulses.

i want to fill your ears with the sounds in my head

start as you mean to end. sandwiched in the space between a ten hour flight to London and a ten hour drive Home, the clocks shrivel and turn with profuse taunts. insert another night, impaling itself on the canned heat relinquished so freely. so fucking slow to realise all that was released into the water, it was only the best part of everything. ( Read more... )

drowned and drunk.

lick this illusion and watch it dissolve

the deep end swims, i feel nothing ( Read more... )

Seventeen Seconds in kanji.
Polluted history.
Bloodstains on tatami mats.
Silk scarf confessionals.
Defiled. Discarded.
The world grew so much smaller.