The life and times
Thier inky wings tore a hole in the sky like two somber eyes glaring down at me. I was so moved, like an mumbling insomniac who has found the full moon for the first time. A sleepless shipwreck seeing the cold blue glow through a smoke stained window, through film covered eyes, through this pulsing air. This sickness is doing nothing for the viscous fluidity of my brain, this electric buzz box noise is doing nothing for the rusty nail words I call my own.