you were right i seem to have tunneled my way into the dark space between love and hate its a limbo of sorts where instincts between love and hate are not to be...

constellating pulling pieces together making a whole of the parts i gather what will form? constellating pulling pieces together under an infinite ebony sky a p...

So the bends bring us back again Except for now we stand miles apart Both of us without just what we need Both turning to measures That seem desperate So fre...