#186 (relentless machine)

once  I wore glittering scales gliding besides the whales the center of my existence liquid blue unmarred by pollution I didn't rule the seas I let them guide me ♦♦♦ Now I'm longing for the simplicity of a life in motion mourning my lost freedom imprisoned by the modern world feeding the relentless machine called … Continue reading #186 (relentless machine)


#110 (the blood of elder trees)

… once I cried in all shades of dusk the willows were whispering names of ancient deities lost between the red tide and the age of the machine before our dreams had wings until we replaced them with arbitrary iterations … the blood of elder trees the collective conscious severed from imagination and around the … Continue reading #110 (the blood of elder trees)