Submissions by lightbaron

Its all so obsessively loud and cluttered, yet silent and sterile.

There's more quiet in the chatter than communication yet no peace.... or even anger as the drowning itself falls short and chokes breath. It is perhaps the platform to perform the play of the plenty, but without momentum is a tap dance on elastic eggshells. Mobile and hindered between the shadows of an entropy and a faded memory of ecstasy, this lack or loss of dimension clothes the libertine idea in a wet and sogging cloak.

Harshly heavy is the burden hemmed upon the unburdened in these border towns where...