woke up to a silly thought: madness matters
Tag: fantasy
coffeeshop now ground zero for the heralds of chaos
breathe and the burden of summer is lifted
something in the air: mynahs uprooting chairs and cursing strangers
stone shatters the summer sky: a mosaic of dreams come crashing into the dirt
dark summer clouds rush in to fill the void left by the pale and grey
soft light: the cries of ghosts along the corridor
summer after dark the rain paints the night with pleasure
the clouds wait upon us few: those who feel the rhythm and power of thunder in our veins
sparse: souls scattered in the void of space
