the answers you seek are in the forest where the leaves fall to the floor in rhythm and the silence of carcasses question your very existence
Month: July 2025
the fog before dawn clutches at the ankles of those who have yet to wake
summer train platform a river of light flows down an unseen track
at the edge of paradise the old gods watch as dreams and illusions riot
shadows learn to imitate fire as nights become colder
the monsoon forgets its contract with gravity and floods the heavens
worms convene in the shadows to debate the ethics of dust and dirt
summer at dawn the deadlocked back rehearses its funeral
mid afternoon blaze the rain stutters until it runs out of gas
edge of the coastal fog light beams scour every inch of darkness