Evigilas
Long ago.
Madness is a boy aged 15, staggering through the grass under night time rain. Desperation is his muffled voice, struggling to reach out through a nest of tears and sobs.
An impalpable world of intimacy forever locked away, gilded and wreathed in golden light. With regret as his broken body, gasping for air with no hope of returning to the surface.
Present day.
Integrity is a small subtlety, read between the lines of his face, a man aged 19. Determination is a brittle continuity, being but not really knowing how or why.
Temporality, intangibility, ephemeral phases of uncertainty react through one another, and I'm still that boy.
I'm lost at sea - a little red book clutched to my chest.
Madness is a boy aged 15, staggering through the grass under night time rain. Desperation is his muffled voice, struggling to reach out through a nest of tears and sobs.
An impalpable world of intimacy forever locked away, gilded and wreathed in golden light. With regret as his broken body, gasping for air with no hope of returning to the surface.
Present day.
Integrity is a small subtlety, read between the lines of his face, a man aged 19. Determination is a brittle continuity, being but not really knowing how or why.
Temporality, intangibility, ephemeral phases of uncertainty react through one another, and I'm still that boy.
I'm lost at sea - a little red book clutched to my chest.