BROKEN THEORIES

The dark corners of a room seem to crawl and stretch as midnight clouds steal the last remnants of moonlight. Memories of smouldering dreams are lost in your mind. Ruminating the scent of mystery and nightfall, the fire you passed through hangs in the air, the spices of anguish linger on your skin. Sure, you know that morning will come, the darkness will dissipate and the theory that everything is still dreadful will shatter and shatter.