" To renounce all is the indefinite canvas; to live an obscured existence, adrift. Both above and below a rebirth, I remain affixed to what was. The cold yet fervent red. And an objective separation stings less than the return; the warmth of a blue-tinged mentality is stifling. I take and I long, I give and I get. For homesick and candlestick linger long after the remodel and the “you don’t know me at all” rings true. So my phantom limbs wander. And my bathwater is lucid still. And thoughts of home are phosphorescent; the screaming synthesis of memory and time, gone. "
— Nostos Algos (via mountainsonnet)
— Nostos Algos (via mountainsonnet)
(Source: mountainsonnet, via mountainsonnet)
