The Storm

Chaos consuming Colors collide Capture the essence Of being but not All as one And nothing defined Rapture of reason Unwritten by rhythm Restless and reckless Rending the senses

Gravity

An overwhelming sense of being Weighing of this reality The will to be To live To breathe To die Broken And unmade And settled by this gravity   A crowded emptiness In the limitations of reason A focused point of entropy Expression becomes Its own hallowed season Forgotten in what used to be   What... Continue Reading →

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