lee

The new linen and crystal ornaments and bright flora, people moving about the scene in preparation for the night’s event.Small noises traipsing on strange surfaces and created a melody of ghostly echoes, lights and shadows dancing about the ceiling. Each moment felt like a compromise, he looked ahead into and saw many things, but each image surmised no more than a faint glimmer.There was an itinerary already set, a role to play and for an audience handpicked. Something better awaited someplace else, he knew. He made his way to the upstairs patio and inhaled the open air. A slow burn traversed into his center,pitching small fires: with no real consequence or message the world fell into a quiet,each dream now a seamless float.Into the air,everything flew above and away.Leaving behind,an ode to better things and everlasting grief.

eternity is a dream,that comes too soon

farewell mcqueen

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