summer: our bodies too shy for the daylight cradled in dark whispers
Tag: fiction
waking hour: sanity and blue survives the twilight ordeal
summer after midnight: the body becomes a spiritual battlefield
chaos unending: i beg the mind to quiet
summer at sunset: the convergence of cloud dragons above
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
