s.v.m.

scream before you come. this is the international velvet conspiracy. the bell rings in your head and your senses turn to the east. this country lacks deserts, i feel the lack of the eternity of sands. this valley is too narrow for any experience. swallow the apple of my eye, burn and shine. the sun is so loud today, yet unable to drown the noise of my blood. dirty and savage and cruel. but the face that gazes on you from the sky tells you that it won't last for long.

 

 

::: do not touch :::