d(ru)gs run free

a match to my nostalgia.

Lion project, nearly done.
Once a dove roamed the seas glassing the horizon for a landing, finding only the paper ships of men as bitter sweet refuge.  All the time, flying weary with passive defiance, sifting through it’s shadowed memories, motion pictures, rainstorm decisions.  Longing for a purpose to pounce blindly as a shark from the blue nowhere.  It’s jaws relentless.

Lion project, nearly done.

Once a dove roamed the seas glassing the horizon for a landing, finding only the paper ships of men as bitter sweet refuge.  All the time, flying weary with passive defiance, sifting through it’s shadowed memories, motion pictures, rainstorm decisions.  Longing for a purpose to pounce blindly as a shark from the blue nowhere.  It’s jaws relentless.