Shadows on the wall of reason staring back at me with maternal infancy.
Terra firma, hard to swallow to ground eternity and molest reality.
Feelings complicated. from the whistle at the gate, the key is just too late.
Breathings acclamated. the piper of rats has come to burn your apartment down.
Shut your curtains, lock your doors. fearless on the stilts knocking on your window sill.
Alabastar. everafter. the colors drive me mad and bring back what I once had.