drumman3000

Make a wish... Open blossom pistil. You bloom when darkness falls, such beuty in the moonilight.... So hollow are your petals, so wicked your thorn. Make a wish.... over and over, the taste of love and death. Petals fall like feathers, to embrace the earth. The dust you are, blows in the trees, moaning..yearning for re-birth.. but only taking life.

With fluttering wings it soared accross the living room, feathers rustling a dark ripple in the fold of life. A circular diversion, one of the darkness and light, fly on and creep across the skin. Like feathers growing from my arms as i awake, rooms of layers of light and darkness, realms of one as i see it. Strange recess in the fold, a dark place-- entered with both feet and arms, real as it is, another side of the spirits. What to do with this place that is in my dreams, but at the same time alive and with the dead, reality is a fucked up parade of idiocy and illumination, and at the same time so small-- as to be irrelevant