Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

now if we all put our heads together we might actually solve the greatest crime of all: existence

there is no front back or side door until you give meaning to this madness

floating as a phantom pariah amongst cosmic gas clouds

neon tendrils pulling the strings on this puppet body

an interval at thirty five to ponder the second half of life how nice

the things i’d say to you as the last light leaves this plane of existence

a burnt shoulder to lean on as tears converge with the eternal flow

curtains play as the cat finds itself another spot in paradise

autumn winds urging the body to remember its name

and if i could i would like to live this beautiful life in a single line