Obscure eloquence quenches not this insatiable thirst.
Yearning for surroundings sublime in a world inside another, how foolish.
Yet one feels one must scribble woes; woes that will never be fully articulated.
Crouched over unaffected sheets of nonsense and inkblots of banal profound truths, one must express shun the light and consign desires to oblivion.
Desolate realism remains invariable - for the dark never changes.
Shh.. There is nothing to see. Don't fear the failure, it will never find anyone in this bleak land of lush lacking.
Be at ease, nothing encompasses thee here.
Yearning for surroundings sublime in a world inside another, how foolish.
Yet one feels one must scribble woes; woes that will never be fully articulated.
Crouched over unaffected sheets of nonsense and inkblots of banal profound truths, one must express shun the light and consign desires to oblivion.
Desolate realism remains invariable - for the dark never changes.
Shh.. There is nothing to see. Don't fear the failure, it will never find anyone in this bleak land of lush lacking.
Be at ease, nothing encompasses thee here.
