lyrically beautiful.

an older piece.... unsure what sparked it.

lost in a swirl of interesting visions.
plums and sugar and various sketches.
wandering on plaid covered seats.
feeling the sensation of taste, tingle on my fingers.
only to dash my skull abruptly on the wet cement.
as a i fall, i hear the slow leaking of my ego.

ian.

(written in my alter ego pen name.)