A pin on every map. A declination in every heart. We destroy our reality to create our dreams. Destroyer Creative: a medley of photography, writing, and travel.
Beauty in the mist,
a novice approach to tame a transcendental heart.
Barefoot and true,tiptoeing into
the wild.
Into the forest, passed the wide bridge, worn to disrepair.
Tangled, damaged synapses.
Frazzled from modernity.
Marauding into the wilderness.
Shrieking, recoiling from society.
A cozy, congested repose.
Eased along the current into the trees,
tasting the bristles on the blast.
Dreaming of the wild world, so intimate and endless.
A microscopic notion
nestled noiselessly on a cold pillow.
Colossal content in a cavernous universe!
Fished out from the worm jar on the
defunct workbench—
greasy and smeared
with forgotten tools.
Bellies pasty, translucent to the sharp void awaiting.Free to the unknown.