summer at sunset: the convergence of cloud dragons above
Tag: fantasy
eye of the riverfly cloud: the sound of static like a million voices
not said but shown through dreams: the design of an awakening
fuelled by the first light of summer sailboats cut through the murky shallows
stuck in limbo: sleep becomes a phantasmal fantasy
waking hour: i cast a debauched version of myself into the light
night passes in an almost gentle blur
the sweet spot of entaglement: flesh and flesh collides
summer i try on a new face and regret to say: it does not fit
dark before dawn muscle memory draws the frail body from bed and sets it off on a mad quest
