gibdashdish

If ever, if ever. Sainging rhythmatically into the utters of space, i find myself progressively deepened into the madness of light, of time spheres, of the ethereal places we call the day. because we have the day, we call the darkness night. camp station is far away from my mind right now. the only thing i see when i close my eyes is dark blue, and yellow lights. and sometimes when my hair is down i see my bangs. wenter is coming soon i can feel it creep, even in the silence of the ticking tocking time, the coldness it creeps. and suddenly so hot so hot so hot right now turns into high up-zippered sweater and socks are the creation of beauty.