view eskew from turmoil within the space
…there will be a day when the nightmares are no more
The dark is all consuming
I find myself the wanderer
It comes without warning, the smoke emits from the forest of your soul
Get past the smoke and mirrors, to smell the crisp scent of being free
Liquids drip slowly down; cascading spaces of deep emotion
I look so deep within things because I’m always searching for something and have no idea what it truly is…