razorshimmy

I feel a bit of lack, and something roils in me at this longing. There are times when you think that you've figured out what it is you long for, but always there's some surprise, some tricky glimmer hiding behind that thin, smokey black veil that blinds you and binds you and twists in on you until you breath it and fill your lungs with it and it becomes a part of you. And that glimmer, past that veil you'll never penetrate but only become, twinkles always just out of view.