What we so lust after isn't always what we justly require. Our hands and our heads stand firm among the onslaught of caving emotions our minds burden them with. It never is truly the same without the thoughts you missed, or the intellectual handshake you figured you had. Rest assured, as time passes, so does our need of them.

The Return Of Something Expected

Our desires clash with our necessities to form the dreamscape that clouds our judgment day-through-night. The veil of shade that droops about our intoxicated existence is but the summit of our world's resurgence. Letting go isn't an option, simply wait for dawn to break.

The Mantilla Of Evening; The Coming Of Dawn

We form bonds through experiences and friendship. We cannot forget those whom have come and gone, for better or worse, lest we forget who we truly are. We are formed by the bonds and experiences we garner through our friendships, and ne'er do we wish to fraught our minds with uncertainty and certainty. 

The Loss of Momentary Control

Our echoes within the bowels of our rockiron homestead bounced around the hull like nations rally and fortify betwixt conquest and conquered. We stood atop a broken hill and listen for a hum from within the soil and ourselves. We found each other hidden away from our thoughts, our minds, and our hearts. We're different, yet just until now, we were the same.

It Was You, All Along

Floating

Hiraeth For an Awry Tomorrow

Illecebrous

The Fleeting Triage

Lost In Resonation

A reflection of surpassed passed events in a chronologically enveloped environment. A detritus of remembrance and of constance. A sheer feeling of fleeting felicity matched with oncoming anxiety, and vice versa. 

Nanawatai

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