#redherrings

What awful character assassinations are stored behind their insincere eyes?

Intriguing slander that will reverse thoughtful anarchy to religious fascism.

Wondering if the chain reaction which holts at worthlessness,

is a reflection of how I would like to feel about you.

Six feet under,

Buried deeper than any shovels labour is unwanted truth: I imagine more about you, than you do me.

The birds spiral furiously starts spinning.

Circling out of control,

out of reality.

Consciousness cannot relate to calm still: a moratorium where the wings cycle never began.

But then the continuum resistance goes on.

Without erratic flies and layer upon layer of considered waste,

I would be stripped to the bare accuracy of my lone presence.

Causing each cavity to flood with fear of what impressionability has moulded me to become.

Below lies roots of representation anchored in confusion: branched memories repressed as their anger, hatred and blame resurface as budding flowers from soil.

Tom Taylor asked if i'd play a song in his garden - in front of some fairy lights - for his media portfolio. 

Redherrings - Wanderlust