17 December 2012
There are these spiral echoes.
Hear them reverberate through mine boundaries. There is rain beneath my eyelids. These once numbing actions are now bittersweet memories.
What is this pain?
A foreign understanding. Where is the warmth of inflammation. I am transcending into normality. I am transcending into the responsibility of ones own actions.
There are noises of birds weeping. Or am I confusing it with the question of my own sadness?
Watch these birds. These echoing birds.
Spirals • Opuss № I