autumn at the coffeeshop: the trickle of drizzle into a quiet state of mind
Tag: fantasy
lights off: and we are nothing more than dust in this cosmic drama
relapse: the old world haunts us with dagger sharp stabs of guilt
dreams: of roots like the threads of fate in eternal entanglement
the earth exhales memories of summer older than time
what comes after the fall? the dead silence of course
strange as it may sound but the void holds an incomprehensible comfort: a solace for the ages
even shadows know better than to wander off alone in the autumn fog: holding hands
tiny maps of the countryside: etched beneath the wings of beetles
after a millennia of sleep: you wake to find that the moon is but a bulb in the sky and all that is green is devoid of life it hurts to breathe and hearts are replaced with artificial suns a metal sparrow lands nearby and i pray with every fibre of my being that this nightmare ends
