Monthly Archives: September 2015
Haute Martyre
Each pixel is a tear on my eye as every second shares eternity.
In the rational synthesis of estimation. All is of none.
We image what we are. When this image is lost. Your art lives on.
As of whom we talk. The vision betrayed me. To adore life.
Entirely significant.
Love is an illusion.
Lust bites.
Reality Bytes.®