my kismet craves your karma
I feel a quickening of my heart beating whenever I enter into the territories of former human habitation. Is it in my lungs or my heart, between my sighs or my sides? There's so much of this backwoods world that's been washed in by fallen leaves and faltering foundations. I shuffle through like a card shark who's convinced that his bets will come clean.
All will crumble in the end. The bits and pieces turn inward like our minds in final moments. There will be no last words for these uninhabited habitations. They will spin and fall in seasons like drunken dancers in pirouette, until the present misplaces the past.
my kismet craves your karma
I feel a quickening of my heart beating whenever I enter into the territories of former human habitation. Is it in my lungs or my heart, between my sighs or my sides? There's so much of this backwoods world that's been washed in by fallen leaves and faltering foundations. I shuffle through like a card shark who's convinced that his bets will come clean.
All will crumble in the end. The bits and pieces turn inward like our minds in final moments. There will be no last words for these uninhabited habitations. They will spin and fall in seasons like drunken dancers in pirouette, until the present misplaces the past.