limbo.

 i wouldn't want to state I was born under damnation, fated to doom. 

. . .

I entertain the idea that the night of fire, painting various hues in the sky, held a moment of peaceful silence inviting a beacon of innocence into this world. So out of respect, my acknowledgement mentioned.

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I find solitude in thrill, the silence when it's passed is painfully deafening. In this cycle spun slowly but just fast enough, I lie in my misted hotel replaying the director's cut.

digression : i love thriller movies. films from the late 70's and 80's. psychologically twisting with a dimmed atmosphere, vehemently compelling. 

All I really do when I'm alone is sit still, rowboat sailing slow. The fog is strangely comforting, it spreads like eternity. 

Allow me to capture my thoughts as if they were polaroids from forgotten nights, of ceremonial attire and tied roses to be reminisced.  When the body is fatigued and mind is blurry, the feeling of 'lost' is welcomed as the necessary rituals to cope cannot be performed. 

do you know what it means, how it feels to float?

have you ever been alone?

are you alone?

vixen 2 : 'limbo.'