Haunting Horizons

If the sun were shining I might be overwhelmed. These slated white skies humble peaks into nothing, but still they seem appropriate in their bright vacancy. Like a smoldering hopeful helplessness. A promise of breaking rays of sunshine soon. And still so bright despite the rolling storm of heavy haze. The sun exists, content that yesterday's shining moments can return again soon (but never soon enough).

Garter Metals

Garter metals of nonsensical texture. Its need is my absolution, our joystick affair. Thrusting hollow edging in shushing silent harmony; we feel and jetty intonation, vying for intoxication.