Anatomy of A Self-Indulgent Moon Gazer

the thoughts, in paranoia of being caught, chasing no ends, running out of vortices — the tone of a definite crash, but the remnants of ideas coalesce to expel the delinquency — from transient humor to one exhibiting the true resilience, and emanating from it is the liberation of senses. here is no sentimentality, everything is elemental — an examination of the pursuit of independent spirit — acceptance of the intimate, and losing the burden of existence. eerie and tenacious, the melody that meets the need of malady strikes dream-like.