a radio, a torch and a can of hair… some toothpaste, a naan bread and… an egg timer, an i-pod cover and s… the remnants of her disorganisatio… a scented candle, a full and empty…

Through the forest of old nightmar… past the misty fog of sweat and te… broken light sheds no path or fare… I’m too lost to hide without it, half a world lies pallid and prost…

“and with stark realization I notice faithful and free, that you’re indeed edison and the elephant in the mirror is… two black headlamps

a rattling door handle from over t… rouses me from a nightmares grip o… that poor woman is at it again her ocd, her magic number must be… oh, here she goes again

virtue sings of you and your name, every move made not happenstance, regal strides and posture hold fir… years of idolised glances to stare… more than a surrender of heart, mi…

looking back over times murky mist how easy it can be to feel unease, as hindsight becomes a moral compa… when a future you wish to receive, its fragrance lays a sultry dream

you paint your smile like an acrob… a glass tumbler in your hands, a fragile set of circumstances that vapor their way to uncertaint… the melting ice of desperation

there’s nothing thrown so worse than to think yourself a fine grad… only to grip at a point in a later… your way off, the ticks were weigh… looking back down the oval centuri…