Advice for a Youthful Spirit
last breath. surface. the sky comes calling. dawn would be a false embrace. lusted after. never ending dusk. would be decked in formal costumes. decked in masks obeyed. anonymous. in the half haven. a secret voice of simply whispers.
violet suns run into like makeup under tears. dissolve into the soft shadows. and release. tortured, we undulate. we scrutinize. our desires are the potency of our visions. the house of the gods.
my confessor. in the regressional. can I be honest? trust your delirium.