September 19, 2016
Frolic he did, to the hill.
At the edge of the valley, the hill lies dormant.
Surrounded it was, a shroud of darkness.
No choice he had, to frolic; he must.
Frolic he did, closer to the hill.
The glory, the stagnation, the reputation.
Things one must garner to achieve a zealous livelihood.
Hesitation brought forth on the constant.
Endurance; tried and tested.
The glory, the stagnation.
September 18, 2016
To be fascinated by an interest, relinquished of thoughts that would otherwise constraint or restrict. Restricting emotions of conformity and wander lust. To wander in awe of what is. It’s a spectacle...
Down he went, into the pits of destruction. In search of solace.
Caught he was, flowing downstream. at a speed unfathomable.
His vision is blurry, water precipitating at his eyelids.
He can’t turn back n...
November 19, 2015
Let it breathe evanescence into our tethers that yields our will.
Halt not for there will be no rebels that will be on our path to destruction.
Embroiled in the dark depths of our cranium.
Festering to t...