The Discomforting taste, Gnawing on the roots of a long lost memory. Soothed by its twisted nature that was misperceived. You remember things vaguely and differently... Why are you lost when the entire path of it all leads to only one place? Even a stone over time just like your dreams turns to dust. Everything was easy when it meant less, but we'll tell ourselves we will persist. A Monstrous lie Rotten to its very core.

















