Left to forget without sense in sight and standing out of mind looks easier to handle with the scathing absence made possible in skill, speed and scant modules of sand pouring through the hour glass. Thirty five for the hour and each grain knuckles toward the next, looking to lock in with the others.
Trickling as it does, presence is the illusion of vision; skeleton fill out an entire body from head to toe and around again. Slacks of black track a snack between the racks and back.
Too quick for the slow and soft balls of dust wake up to gently float toward the ground.
Soon Van - Friday, 30 March 2007 - 13:56
*Optional and not kept. Read the privacy policy for more.
Order Soon Van
Creativity starves insanity