9 minutes shot (photography) What no one will remember (Part xviii) the excitement of light the tedium of destinations a purification of vision, pulsated like an essence wrap us in the idealism the singularity of human encounters we’ll press against each other coexisting with our habits a violet conflagration from every bit of skin extend a bridge between truth and this movement The blood stands in the way a remote latitude through silver breezes awfully wakeful heart. surrender the surrounding suffering in a blot of obscurity processing the real the theory of your lips and we will perform the part of a particle in this unique union of universes Nihilistic Poetry Blog Share this:RedditFacebookTumblrTwitterPinterestLike this:Like Loading...