disengage from the notions of compromised emotions
Tag: fantasy
dontcha just feel it in ya bones the blue moon hitting all the right notes this summer night
the fog erasing glass towers before human eyes
all that anger and darkness for a mere thirty seconds of truth
last day of august the old crow’s monologue as grey clouds gather and the crowd departs
the hearts left behind on stage as curtains draw to a close
flushed faces buried in the flesh of pleasure
river tides bring to shore the smell of death summer dawn
dark eyes beset by fatigue and the onslaught of morning’s light
bus ride the slow state of flow into somatic subconscious
elancharan gunasekaran 