Stagnation
The death of things
Though hold it has
Of all that is
Only what was
Can always be

gone.

Heartbeat
Intermission

We exist in mostly
Nothingness
We are friction
transmogrifying
Holding on
To life as if it
Mattered;

Die trying.

La Vida Loca
The sun also rises

Let go
And
Smile for the camera.

KH