Drop of water, like a drum beat in my ears. I close my eyes. I stare at the ceiling of my eye lids. I see the lightning inside me. I float in the rain, I am lifted up from my dark mirror bed. I am being watched, every inch of my skin scrutinised. I open my eyes. I am in darkness. I am a being. I am.

Such reckless desire, impulsive, suffocating. Vain puppets without emotion, without humanity. My delicate wings flutter. I fly away and leave this place behind.

Mist drifting aimlessly. Floating through air. Midnight mists remain in dusty morning light shining through rain-stained window. Covered in white pure sheets she lies, occupying her mind with dark thoughts, recreating the night, the stars and moon.

“Don’t give up. Follow your dreams.” Last words on your only letter. Did you follow your dreams? Did they change or did you give up on them? How do I know if I’m still following mine?

Wide Tender Universe Longing for an Aeonic embrace dark matter of ages endless particles shining body dissolves into time space radiant photons align as one the secret is revealed through the archives vortex of collective memory chronicles of time move backwards elements dead and reborn melting in loving heat nothing truly lost Eternal space Life on earth Lonely Small

There is no way out, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You've trapped yourself in endless nightmares, in the darkness of your soul. Whatever you did, it will follow you, one day it will catch up to you, get a hold of you, suffocate you. What is that little spot on your pure heart? Have you tainted yourself without knowing what you did? Whatever it was - it will come for you.