Cynical, self-critical, unapologetically whimsical. Dreams do not remain with me in the ‘morn, therefore worlds must be created to traverse in the daylight. Red. Green. Yellow. Enter if you dare. Possessed by the unnatural wonders of sonic auras, mine is the curse. Breathy heights reach for the gap between us; never satisfied, nor desiring to be. This journey is best taken by two.
