EP REVIEW: Colorblind – Who Sold You This Truth
I’m at the end of my rope.
I’m at the end of my rope.
Sound solace in silence with nothing left to mourn.
I hear my voice echo through you.
Presence and absence, softness and intensity, expansion and return.
Ripple through hallucination. Fade to my blue space.
New and always sunny / Do you taste the honey?
I get mad whenever I see, the self-driving vehicle from San Francisco.
Won’t stop till I have six whole feet to lie in.
Drawn in day after day as the years crumble away.