yet another quiet reverie precursor for a life forgotten snatched away like the dreams I never had of lush green valleys around the mansions, fancying a meal of venison in a clandestine shade of night sparkling wine was a flavour of few, lying awake at night with a lover by my side
raucous laughter coming from all around kind behaviour of the family makes you astound, as a whole rather than a half all together cherishing your art
lives were made and ruined in the night, take it from an artist for losing everything in sight
a kleptomaniac of not just thoughts but words to boot, fishing for inspiration while straightening my suit
scrambling for meaning even in the delusions, living in denial rather than waking up from illusions.