short temperaments in question, reality verse the now in verb strung into soliloquies and antimatter, my curiosity pushes my wonder to build spaceships, though lately I only travel lucid, we play chess as I inarticulate my next sword swing, word wisps tingle the cranium every possible moment until remnants of the past riddle into stories inked, this skin that connects indifference into equations, culprits of information transfuse this oxygen making it seem breathable, it's not until the tree burns does the nest cripple, just like places I've never been intertwine with my memory, leading me to places inexistent to magnetism, loco I begin to think opposites attract, but am I only basing intuition over a space with a draft, burdens of lust becomes a consequence of mistrust, sadistic the thoughts torrent, don't get mixed up with me.. I'm bad news, I trek through the burning solstice summoning essence that feeds off life, darkness illuminates the blue, deep my eyes conjure truth.
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