July 28, 2011


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April 12, 2011

Advance oh Night, and place cool hands over our burning ears, so that the day's blaze becomes but a murmur, a gentle glow around the edges that will flicker sleepily, and eventually expire.

March 24, 2011

I wish that, should you force open my ribcage with confident hands, the walls of my heart chamber would blush with as many brilliant strokes.

January 5, 2011

Back there, in November, I witnessed a short-circuit at the mouth of the tunnel. Flames crackled in a raging surge towards the heavens before turning into dust. The tide slipped the sand a final mercurial kiss before succumbing to the whiteout. Even the eye of God let his amber iris blaze before the advancing haze of sleep.