tissue packet

Meteor shower

Had a weird dream last night. That there was a meteor shower, blueish whitish streaks across the sky. Was beautiful, yet at the same time, sad. And it was nighttime, a time of peace, of rest. Silence was all I could here. Where I, looking at the sky, found no one around me. Where the ephemeral and eternity combined to form a hauntingly beautiful scene.

negative zero

the hole, cracked, ripped, torn asunder
where pain, flowing, coursing, pulsating through
the lines, streaked, veined, webbed over
where they separate into fragments, broken pieces.

time just seems to fly away

when you are working. it's not good. i need to keep to my plan. but rainlackofsleepcounterstrikeanimestoning is taking up too much time. cut cut cut.