Apr 2014
It's as if time
Becomes a wisp
Of vapor.
It leaks from my memory
And distorts my concept
Of concept itself.
Floating through a place
Filled with clouds of
Creamy crystals
Being grasped by their
Seductive claws,
Tantalizingly slow,
A shudder.
Becomes a wisp
Of vapor.
It leaks from my memory
And distorts my concept
Of concept itself.
Floating through a place
Filled with clouds of
Creamy crystals
Being grasped by their
Seductive claws,
Tantalizingly slow,
A shudder.
Wrote this one when I was wwwwwaaayyyy too... well... look at the title and figure it out.
