Thoughts, driven to a frenzy.
‘[...] salient fame, carved in all the city walls.’
About the selenophile, sitting on the balcony that night, pondering.
In the masqueraded society.
‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’
Purposely adrift in the echo of past mayhems.
In the reverie of farraginous memories.
Golden linings for cracks.