Archive
A presence in the moment..
Keeps track of records,
Storing and sorting,
Threads of recalls..
Damaged are the ones,
In pitch darkness..
In a blink of the eye,
Discarded..
plunged into the abyss.
No context or meanings, just words rhyming from broken verses and phrased crumbs known as tidbits.. Sneak peek of my entangled chaos of writings, rants, short stories and dreary imagination..
Feel free to choke on some waterπ or delight on some nightmaresπ΄..peace out mfs✌πΌπ¦