blur//moodboard

ive felt blurry lately

lost in the tangles words and

apathetic souls.

gold keeps losing its hue and

grey keeps on drawing closer.

smoke fills my view,

and even though i am choking

i am paralyzed

by a fear that is greater than death.

a fear only i can taste and feel

with every fiber of my flesh.

maybe i will get used to the blurry.

it sure has gotten used to me.

xx, seiji