

Lost ConnectionThe screen prompts "Connection lost, try again later", though it is no surprise, just like the rest of the misshapen reality. Frustrated the robot leave the room hoping fresh air will establish a connection, though the wind carries nothing more then whispers of a lost hope. He puts on his jacket, a jacket that carriesLost Connection
more personality of his former self then he does. Though, it may only weigh a pound or two its burden is massive, lying is the hardest action that requires all of the focus of the robot, the jacket hides the inner thoughts that watch from a distant screen. Endless days continue their blind march for eternity, though the d


TurningOnce again I turn. I turn another time in this lonely bed, wishing for rest. A long day is ahead of me in the morning hours, and yet I cannot rest. Another turn to try to turn my thoughts away from her, and another failed attempt. Once I told her those three words, and for a while, she was happy, but time moved foward with its endless march. After losing in the battlefield known as love, I retreated to my haven in order to heal the wounds, so I may march yet another time into this battlefield, and hopefully return victorious, of course, the enemy was different the second time. After the retreat I marched out once again into the battlefield, tTurning


The MarchKisses from a lost love, lingering languages once used to utter few words, frozen time, frozen machines, clothing stores, late nights spent staring into the heavens. One person, one eternity, the remnants of a love that should have been brought to full bloom in the sunlight of reality. The past of a boy who's dreams are guided by partial moonlight, the path which he longed for hidden by the clouds. Frozen sand shaped by the light of the moon. The Cereus withers at the heat of reality, waiting for the day to pass once more, haunting the boy when the sun retreats. Memories frozen in time on the petals of the Cereus, remorse holds theThe March