in the end it is meaningless conjecture on silly inconsequentials without having the decency to rhyme or feel uplifting
the words refuse to be formed by tongue nor by thumbs cognizant of the spiral trying to navigate it through acceptance but the light shines through my stained glass soulshatter to project all the lies into fully formed illusion i long for passion as the world sits off kilter champagne gone flat fills delicately fluted […]