11:thirty 4 m&m

Temporal portals of crammed up space sparkled through the window like stars in a naked sky. Sounds from an old TV set echoed for miles while somewhere in the frigid vicinity stood cooked bodies of dead stallions. Beyond the fenced walls rose a silver horizon touching a yellow sky and in the center of it all hung a crystal moon - oscillating.

The eyes moved independently in the head, the frown smiled immediately, and the solid friction of tears and eye-lashes splashed tiny droplets of helpless apathy - petrified.

some accidents almost always happen at the same place. Between mountains and valleys, roads and rivers, streets and skies....
The mind shatters thoughts of reckless creativity, floating desperately in an unwavering storm of precious moments slipping away bit by bit - in slow motion.

The music seemed too loud, the colors too bright and the voices just couldn't shut the fuck up. But wait, don't leave. Its just another world, its just another dream.

Nightmares Please?

Good Night.