andwhatelseisthere

crushed by the hollow voice of midnight choir, i am down to my very dangling soul of the good old february days.

"muddy river of loneliness

for the boredom of the road

with no sign of disrespect

for the dark and heavy load

for tomorrow"

popularity doesn't always do a sensible tune justice. so i choose to ditch it.

thankfully, the visuals seem knitted together. preferentially.