i was not alive with varying shades of my love through veins like blood; as a new born with every step i find myself many steps behind and all dusty ancient words and spilled crystal tears:
FLASH OF MYTHS
producer of anguish & bitten plump lips of sorrow
or am i mad for realizing the
FLASH OF MYTHS
hangs the ?- mark of mortal fleshy-brain-minds.
Eternity has no need for you to hurry my Love. Enjoy your days!

:: 08.13.2020 ::