spiraling decline
struggling to rewind,
with the sound of the screeching tape;
replaying with no sound.
no pictures.
no sound.
no pictures.
just...just.
~
echoing vibrations haunt a shallow cavity,
longing to be filled.
only phantoms take the time anymore.
fantastic fantasy.
fluttering like the tail of a kite.
no direction,
no cares,
just fluttering...free,
or so it seems.
maybe it's trying to run away?
1 comment:
you should water color, a lot.
and write, a lot.
and photograph and make videos and draw and..
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