lbachand

Looming shadows of the subconscious cast a dull and steady ache. A mind consumed by the memories dancing in the depths. The light flickers and fades. Bending beneath the weight of strained expectations, weariness encumbering what once was strong. Falling from grasp the splintering cracks sheer through the guise of an unfamiliar reflection sending glinting shards of past and present cutting deep as the future ensues. What is left in the shattered disarray? Hope. The vision no longer held in the confines of human existence the glow illuminates the shimmering fragments as memories morph into dreams. Cut from within the ties that betide are sever