frayed wisps

emotions are spiders haunting the webs within our minds silent still shadows in the dark corners of introspective mist feeling for the slightest remembrance before unleashing hellish watercolors to tint the day’s malaise grotesquely swollen some skitter moribundly overfed on the negative array that constantly contorts the spinal ambiguities until all the threads have become […]

intent

i never meant to ever make you cry but i would be lying if i didn’t say my intent was to elicit some sort of primal response to crack the stone facade peer behind the illusion see what you could be by being you