// ( Gibbon - TTNG )
// once more into breaches i cannot gap
// one more chance to second guess your thoughts
// perpetually complexing the simple

matter avoidance a result of sedative concoctions 
the tactile sensation of stimuli escapism 
words appear in blue light describing notions destructive
millisecond infinities tear through like crystalline dust
my incoherent wonder for nearing to death

:: ( Prom Night - Anamanaguchi )
:: go down and take me up to heaven
:: oh, how i live just to be next to you
:: i need you here with me forever
:: i live for you to love me

withdrawn feelings, and a sense of listless ambition
it erodes away at my soul, this need for something
it's all or nothing, and i bet on each round
more lessons to myself which i'll wilfully ignore

dislocation

reflecting futures & divinating pasts

fka reality knot

dislocation

aicelia