LED Lights

Trying to bedazzle every horrific event we’ve been through, adding adequate glitter and just enough cologne to cover the bad odour for our dead insights we carry. Giving our insights coffee praying it lives to tell its own story. We are burning our eyesight with harsh LED lights with high hopes that this visual gives us enough stimulus to write more. In a garden filled lifeless plants and burnt grass, we still foresee our lives giving more life.

A year apart we’re not even sure fingerprints still lead to us, with so much change within a single year; do you blame the feds for not even calling us suspects of our own crime? Believe you me it was never our intentions to let go, we figured out we actually could run a lot faster with little weight.

“We’re as bright as the end of the tunnel”