Jun 2012
Shadows cast by nothing on the walls of empty rooms.
Illuminating aura from the depths of limbo glows.
In the empty corner is a man who isn't there.
Aged sage that thinks of empty rooms.
Illuminating aura from the depths of limbo glows.
In the empty corner is a man who isn't there.
Aged sage that thinks of empty rooms.
This one is about the reality and pervasive quality of nothing, of emptiness. It's short and a little nonsensical, but I really like it.
