The tires howl beneath us, echoing the sentiments of our long journey’s end. The wind singing of the eternal, cosmic static. Air sopped with nostalgic optimism; unpresuming, unchanging like public access programming. Mogwai wails its holy noise, the shapechanger Seer to the beautiful flow between….
02 Jul CupidLove, Romance | YoScully
On thoughts of god and gods alike my mind wanders toward the inevitable conclusion, inherent in each individual. One abstract thought defines a person. Is it fear? Is it mania? Chaos? Denial? The looming responsibility brought on by seemingly inevitable failure? Love? Intense spiritual connection…