Blurred lines and fuzzy features imitate the objects I know. The fire alarm... is just a beige blur. The carpet... is just a sea of synthetic fibers. And the bedside lamp... is just an incandescent inferno. But in the morning I'm sure they'll be clear.
Tag: Late nights
No End
Sometimes it seems as if the past is still present. I can see that everything is over... But it feels like nothing has ended.