8 December 2011
I delve into those worlds hungry for more The intricate bloom tickles the senses The imagery beckons like sinful temptation
Exploding vitality or monochromatic decadence Each tasty chronicle, a sustenance Seeking to satisfy the appetite for an endless starvation
I feel the adrenalin, elation and pain It hits like rain, soaking skin only to penetrate further Influencing reflections and leaving souvenirs
Treasured words or modified mindsets Liberation from the prison of routine Immersed in an ever changing utopia
Another Story • Opuss № I