a tough sell this waking dream
Tag: Elancharan
tepid waters a fine day to drown in thoughts
if not time then perhaps the tides will change your monolithic ways
a morsel of moonrock that’s all you get this autumn night
not ghosts just random thoughts wandering the empty hallways
in one fluid motion the body slumps on the sidewalk
pale winds strumming the clothesline
how important we feel just by staying alive
marching underground flesh follows flesh
where’d your lungs go little crow
elancharan gunasekaran 