I have always been a thinker, I have always liked to tinker, with my thoughts, ideas and perceptions.
What are your major obsessions?
Freedom of will or habits that kill?
(Soft brushed trees and muted grey’s.
My mind’s created this cloudy day.
Forcing banalities and second hand sentiment.
I sift through this emotional sediment.)
An electrical connection, severed in heaven, is a feeling at the base of my spine.
Converting to a chill that subverts my will.
Taking away what once could only be mine.