all that shimmers is not gold but glass cannons dismebowelling the vessels of mankind
Month: April 2024
a conspicuous scratch on the wall of the heart just deep enough
a dash of spring to liven this grey
the memories of the weekend we carry with a solemn heart
morning after the calm the flesh picks itself up and heads into the chaos
hope is a dying trade and still the shutters are raised
spring the flower falls into the pool and life carries on in a strange way
how quickly the flesh leaps at the opportunity to rewrite history
the compulsion to wrangle existence of its very essence
a careless thought and the storm rushes in to fill the void
elancharan gunasekaran 