what if the voices in your head form your community
Month: August 2025
rain stains the lens and the world we knew turned grim and grey
a mist covered hill dreams of becoming the sea someday
the cobbled path into nothingness eats at the soles of pilgrims
paper lanterns pulse and orbit a dreaming corpse
the summer fog constructs false memories of pleasure
from hollow bones of oblivion a beast of prophecy is birthed
the ash beneath our quiet feet inherits the language of the gods
limbs tangled rot in crystal sleep
the sea froths and forges daggers of icy currents
elancharan gunasekaran 