//EVENTIDE / DAWN//

Those prints, our ghosts.
Their limits- our limits.
Misdeeds and shortcomings,
Step in step
Hand in hand
Print for print
Lost in the past
Sheathed in the shadows
Of one another's domain
These bodies
Our prisons.
And our minds
Our canvas
Where we shall run wild
Yet another day
In this vast field of grey-
We call it existence.

- NSN, 2017