Like phosphorescent footsteps, daytime figures appearing onto my twilight sky in close company chasing the streets of ruined moments when the train of my fantasy breathes like rivers of waiting wonders.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Like phosphorescent footsteps, daytime figures appearing onto my twilight sky in close company chasing the streets of ruined moments when the train of my fantasy breathes like rivers of waiting wonders.