"Waters of March."
by Max NY / NYC
In time, lost within a dream, visions come unto me. I wade through, searching for what I cannot find. It is most certain that when I end my quest, my struggle for discovery, what I am looking for will find me.
Miss Banana MUA & Pearls. Muse.
"His own light, now it’s gone. The thirst came on, and it came on in waves. He would dream of cells swollen with water. Blank memory washed away, swallowed whole through eyes and teeth."
Aaron Turner, ISIS: ‘Hym’
The last Day of November, 2013