infinity spans the back of my eyelids; running through time, i'm blazing a path into the ground under my heels. time is fluid, mine to manipulate and weave around me, creating a cloak that i wear and tear daily. it's easy to skip through, accelerating through the dull patches. watch me work, will you? i need… Continue reading burning (150)
burning: transition between old and new.
don't you know i burn my bridges?