silverwingsoffire

Days become a cascade of insignificance as their ghostly remnants are borne into retinas. Mind a-flutter with matters; light and dark. Some are starlight and some bend it. Peristantly fingers grasp at and entwine solemn syllables mercilessly as the amnesia multiplies and endemically spreads. Brows become knit in concentration as the flesh weaves into a mask to help portray the guise of comprehension. A rubik's cube turned countless times where none of the lines match anymore and the kaleidascope of colours lies scattered. This enigmatic series of events leads up to one question - Why? It rings within bones and throbs in between the ribs as th

The soft cloth clings precariously and teases the skin as the sun beats down on bent backs healing broken spirits. Vitamin D not only good for the bones, but for the soul that dwells deep within the marrow. Sultry summer air clasps onto pores and embeds itself dilligently inside. we feel the liberation climbing through arteries as we run eternally in these brief meadows in child-like wonder of the vastness before our eyes.

Bones rattle in unison when smoke curls from the carcass that lies discarded amongst powders that unveil intoxicating scents and powerful memories. Each finely crushed mixture is of a different hue; every one of them has its purpose determined as mystic chanting fills the dead space. The wind stirs, as if disturbed by this unpleasant presence of sound and picks up its velocity,its wrath mimicked within its strength.The deafening whispers try desperately to put a stop to such vile incantations as invocations of utter darkness penetrate the low candelight. The air is musty and smells faintly of metal, dark fingers coated in crimson and herbs