Confiscated sleep

Confiscated sleep.

A war has awoken… a private war shared between the creative and the structure.  A path that is stretched far and deep from this soul.  Do not whisper of responsibilities, without the commitment to oneself, a shell of actions take hold and control is on solid ground.  A ground where a minimal art of life is stifled.

Air is laborious in this room, a hypnotic box that pacifies and intoxicates the lazy.  As the lights dim, light becomes a luxury with false hopes.  Lifting superficial expectations as the promise beacons but is only mirroring the illuminated.

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