She makes me question every second I spend awake, she makes me regret every second I spend asleep.
Silence is never familiar, it is the icy husk to shed - the shallow home to long for. Something beyond our reach, something shattered by the enclosing fingers.
She fills up the thin air between breathes, she burns down all the time I spend without her.
She pries me open and the world rushes in, she is a demand never met, a desire never forgotten.
Transient. . . Fleeting. . . My mind is but a fog.
"I appreciate SDF but it's a general-purpose server and the name doesn't make it obvious that it's about art." - Eugen Rochko