Domains III

It felt like a wet, humid day has just slapped me in the face and woke me up to the fuzziness of vintage vistas.

A burning reddish blur of things, happening in the embrace of shadows. Somewhere in the smoky back alley of one’s mind is nostalgia, remembrance, and rejoice.  

To relive the moments is to remember the domain of the Great Red One.

Wonderful View XXX

Don't be shy, don't be remorseful, don't be worrisome,

Just be fain

Good Sleep Bunny

I took the feathers of fluffy weather

Until it rains all the tears and cries 

Of a thousand feathers torn 

Off fluffy bunnies, kept in leather

Plucked and cast down the depths of filth 

An empty din of tatter 

Unknown by weather