I sat within a foggy haze of noise to hardly bare, a thunderous- gibbering- ushering despair.
A rustling breeze to blow away- the darkness of my thoughts- a fae born stream to carve and break the rivers of morose.
A bowstring's twang- a songbird's trill to deafen out the screams - the forest hush-echoing- to split shadows at the seams.

Here I am, now, frozen- unchanging in the everlasting permanence of time lost and forever losing.

Here I am, now, bound unmoving by thoughts that line my chest with lead laden weights- that drown breaths into abyssal labours.

Here I am, now, caged within ethereal melancholy- dizzying in its familiarity yet aberrant in some cold and hateful way.


Here I am now, and here I