Libra Stands Defiant Beneath The Withering Gaze Of Sagitarrius

• April 25, 2016
• Expressing

Strange energies kept me awake, prodding me back each time I dipped my toe in the beyond. No coherent thoughts were being allowed to form. Only floating suggestions of vague empty rooms and the blurred outlines of unborn ideas seen through closed eyes beneath a red satin sleep mask. I wanted but did not know…