; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Thursday, 14 February 2013


why does the same feeling feel new everytime when i know this feeling, i know it so well i could illustrate the tasting notes in colours.

like charcoal and brown and ecstasy and despair.

i miss being void.

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