THE CLOCK DETONATES

I fear my nebular shadows might taint the stillness of white clouds The parched troposphere is parching my humid breath, my humid body Suspended in the air A borehole is running out of fluid I hear the music of pendulum galloping tearing used papers, scratching empty walls whispering I couldn't write no more My stagnant …

JAPANESE SUN

Another lost light, the kid inside me shivers in fright this life felt so foreign ever since you were taken by pain With eyes shut, I saw your face and my chest was so tight the wind whistles and sings of my ceasing dreams a ghost of us blankets me tonight out in the cold, …

BLACK

I have a firm belief that black is never the absence of color and light but rather a fusion of it. A unification of all the broken and bent. A combination of all colors existing. It is an absorbency of light, and warmth. It is the end product of them all in harmony, with underlying …