Post #30 A machine, human. It swarms, crawling through the corridors with a single tray and heart. The metal creaks with explosions of ill manufacturing, and reaching the double doors, its single purple light of vision searches round for the professor which made the state that stood before humanity. Heads of metal fall as each… Read More Five, Five, Five
Post #29 Slowly open your eyes. Away on sweet dreams, the midnight blissful field of roses and gold swirls into view. They melt far this time, colliding and living; each outdoing the other in a passionate dance for two. no more, no less, as though it were designed by otherworldly beings. Pacify the leader, then… Read More Tên của bạn là gì, xin?
Post #28 Metal and Flesh. It swarms, crawling through the corridors with a single tray and heart. The metal creaks with explosions of ill manufacturing, and reaching the double doors, its single purple light of vision searches round for the professor which made the state that stood before humanity. Heads of metal fall as each… Read More A Challenged Place to Live
Post #27 In my head or reality? Shrouded in a red light, the echos if the mind come back and forth, creeping in and out of life. Streams of the city life blur past my window as if blended into one image of madness. Faces are shapes tainted by a multitude of colours, each presenting themselves… Read More In a Sky of Madness
Post #26 Glass and metal lives. Sunsets roll in. They collide upon every surface, catapulting a multitude of red and yellow beams to bounce and glimmer my space. A glance toward the un curtained window reveal an all too familiar glass jungle that lies beyond my own transparent protection, and for a moment, with eyes… Read More Gaming Until Dawn
Post #25 Earth smell. Acid rain taps with venom against my window. It eats away glass and glides into the vacant space named home. A house or a place to hide all sins is the way in which to handle all issues concerning the outside world. Locked away from view in cupboards, cabinets, and buried… Read More The Mental Jungle
Post #23 朝日 (asahi = morning sun). Led against the beams, each creaks with every turn and adjustment of one’s body. The song is a melody repeated often, however with the cool night air filtering through the open window that appears to tower above, the space devoid of atmosphere oppresses the spirit within. Though travellers… Read More Nightingale Floor 鴬張り (uguisubari)