August: Closing The Curtain
― Porcelain ∙ Emotions driftflickering restlesslylike the dying candlelightstruggling with the wind,the turbulent blowsof that silent fatal gustunwilling to let goand sink into the dark ∙ Senses slowly descendinto that spiralling endless songlosing themselvesinto those beautiful fragile swaysof Helen's Porcelain;starting to grow numbdrowning in the swirlof subtle ambrosia,breaking, fracturinglike fragments of broken claybefore seemingly disintegratereturning to the voidof untold [...].
