Sleeping Thump and the Motorcade to Nowhere

The past is passed...long gone memories opening doorways to nothingness. The sleep doomed, there is a way through that one dare not trespass, yet always, we innveriably do. Cancel your rite, void your emotion and control. See blindly for the first time.

Ancient, and well traveled, this road is not yours nor ours by choice...it is ours by debt. We have no answers as to why, only to know for sure that there are no answers. There are no truths, only the visual, only the forbidden. Only the insane.

Take it, although regret is not certain and neither is reward...

(((03)))

Photo by Brandon Riza