chrisday-isevil

Looking through this window, seeing that which was never there and what will always remain. Masses locked together, alone, forgotten, displaced, unknown. In the reflection of the dark, seeing what only I can see and what none really need to know. Within this life of no reality, more real then that of the life on the other side of the window. Walking through the barriers of time in regression looking past the web of fractured words thrown into the front line stepping over the bodies of nonexistent forms................ I locked the door behind me and checked the sky, where little is known...... the big and the small melt to one part that exi