Feb 18, 2017
Lullabic
1-27|2017 - 2-18|2017
Just before the subconscious leaks onto dreams' blackest scene, we coast inertly to leave the earthly to a place God made serene. Controlless in what is regularly scheduled, experiences become a peerless window: opaque in details and soliloquied; our conscious is filled with inadequacies.
Odorless to the operative body, a scent uncovered for dimensional rotting. Casted and directed, temptation is expected to be congruent as truants of the make- believe.
Randomized pastly parts - converge and merge then fall apart - to piece together what eludes the heart. The imagined comes crashing at the preconscious' compassing [com-passing], becomes stark, reharked, and apostrophed.