Stranger // Simple

O life! That a shy stranger's simple task of passing along a compliment, emitting a copious mount of cheer into what was a cacophonous mess of reeling and resignation, stealing single synapses from savoring the signifying simple sterility of each meek moment to divulge and digest what a bitch of a day can bring into orbit along tired tracks and overfed egos.

Easily lost is the lust for your long nights and eager touches outside the limitations of lost-lucidity. Tactile timid taps of rhythmic, rapid raindrops amid decrystalization of disaster sing and the wind sends them into circulation amongst the crying chorus streaming the sensations from an elegant epistolary escape.