I watch them. They carry their and paper skin like burdens they've forgotten how to set down. They choose to live in the rush, unaware that the minutes they chase are already slipping through their fingers like sand. They are the reason we exist—or perhaps, they are the reason we’ve forgotten why we do.
I pick up a stone. It is smooth, cold, and final. If I cast it, the transparency ends. The reflection will die, and the memory will return in the sharp, stinging shower of a thousand jagged pieces. Mr.Kitty - Messiah
Listen to the original track to feel the atmospheric dark wave energy that inspired this piece: Mr.Kitty - Messiah Mr.Kitty Official YouTube• Feb 19, 2014 I watch them