Pallid sense

And what stares back?

Years left at the bottom of the ocean. the eloqunce aged. left. to bloom in quiet corners where the sunshine creeps past the malcontent. the memories of who we were when the shape took.

The names.

Faded.

Yearning for the abyss, but the darkness isn't ready.

Never was.

Never is in this time of orchid men.

And so we carry on forgiving. trying to, at least. breaking waves one after the next until one day we can rest and be swallowed.

Whole, again.
A Delicate Sense of Balance.mp3