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Remincing on old art work and deviced an album of some old work.
NightWriter.
It's these late nights.
This was, is, and will always be the time of the day that I am in my most pensive mood.
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The night, with it's tranquility and somber, brings with it an unorthodox type of euphoria. It comes at you, almost under complete stealth; yet, you know that it's arrival is inevitable. Some hide at home, safely tucked under their sheets, while others take grasp of it by full control.
08222016
sadness is simply a normality. disappearance a reality all too familiar. distance steeling and stealing. statements like these are just more breath wasted. simple sadness is the worst, in my estimations. just a conscious existence as something as domestic as a fly in my peripheral vision. just a nuisance. a thing that dies and returns like clockwork. and like clockwork; this goes on and on.