devils in the details
Do you pay any heed to the dense air that stalks you in your dreams?
It laments every whispered plea you let drop from your lips and into upturned hands.
Trust me. the steps you plant like seeds of conviction in the cracks of the pavement you worry will fracture someone’s back are the most unfortunate to this sinister element.
You slay it with the stream of supplications that pour forth from your soul, into the cavernous spaces of your subconscious as you slumber. I guarantee you it will drown in divinity, floundering in the crushing waves of faith.
You are born into dream, after dream, dream, wondering when the cycle of somnambulism will stop but you ust enjoy every step of the walking dream
