Musician ● Writer ● Gamer
Anchored in the seabed
A boat swinging in the storm, creating wakes like white flowers
Brief blooms obliterated by black water
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I did it to myself
Buried evidence in my flesh
Sang no more, denying music
At least a decade of numb decay
Spent dying of security
Behind me wreckage lies
Before me cinders fly
A deeply allegorical picture (and a little story) brought to you by Zen Greenway.
I have ticked forward. One eternal second on the clock. The small thing that feels like forever.
An end of the world picture (and a little story) brought to you by Zen Greenway.