II. Passing Tracks
Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.
Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.
Colouring in
Sense is the seeing, believing, the touching, tasting, the being
Lines are comprised of the silences in letters And say more (It seems) Than the screams of obsolete profanity I steal them And they love me for the sweetness of manipulation’s lullaby If waterfalls could whisper away the fallacy of words I would wait for rain each day And soak in the reality of translucence […]
Nothing captures everything, forevermore