LIVE REPORT: Reality Unfolds 2026, New Cross Inn
Is the sea aware her heroic beauty may be in disuse someday?
Is the sea aware her heroic beauty may be in disuse someday?
Gnashing teeth, white knuckles.
Fall into those arms again, and there you are always.
Flowers in my mouth nurture the earth with all my memories.
What’s out there, beyond these walls?
The angel left my shoulder long before you came.
Race towards the sun, my crippled pride undone, and all that makes me real, secedes to stone and steel.
Solitude is a soft disease.
Oh those souls, led in hopeless passion