My world is windows. Those of literal and hypothetical. Watching, Observing, A swarm of bees like honey but with a sting that’s so quick to harm

What is fear? It is a systematization. It is a proverbial boot holding our heads under water. Keeping us submerged until we drown or become Aquatic.

Slick and dark, these empty streets, it smells like asphalt and the wind makes cosmic tendrils of the air.

Into the existence of smiles and splendor in the belly making light the absence of reality, spun from hypnotic gesture and the warmth of blissful ignorance.