Lines/Fates

Lines/Fates

The foundation on which we tread has begun to become more and more faulty with each and every passing fragile moment. As the cold settles in, and as this sun bleeds dry, there is as feeling within the binds from all around that feels so familiar, yet to foreign at the...
Forever Withering

Forever Withering

The heightened sense of awareness that I have seemingly attained is just as fleeting as the very lines and moments that it resides in essence in. Like dissolving within the very seams of my hands, it is a purer knowing that comes and goes as it pleases – much...