KiruxGaara

words are the translations of lifetimes. and i speak the invisible architecture of my body. there are back-lit hills in every direction; dark crests that hold the inevitability of the sea on the other side. recollections go out like the vapid ribbons of breath, occupy their origins as fragments of myself. i am everywhere i'll ever be. ever been. the other side is a perpetual expulsion; is exclusive and perpetrating; is the establishment of desire. i follow the iron shove of the river to the lake, green with cold. ice rides the water and the careful geometry of chance like triangular wax sheets. they overlap, hold w