Wednesday, 7 August 2013

MOOD OF A MOMENT

Sombre tones ring throughout the cool crisp air of a misty, moodless motion. A night that clings to your eyes and floods your mind with images both sinister and salacious.  Incalculable synapse reflexes react to the flutter and flash of light that lays heavy in the windows and doorways of the eve. Your pace quickens. Heavy the thoughts that transcribe and translate as sensations entangling your confusion. The same faces take many forms...