dream

1 of 15. A Lester's Labyrinth Book is in the works. Let me know if you're interested and I'll make one for you

a lunch room distraction was the catalyst for this photo.

dripping dreams

goodbye to the dance of tomorrow. hello to yesterday's package rereouter network bitpiece distributors. crowds of prisoners showing feelings under their painted on frowns. i am a prisoner to those rabbit hammers and darkened corner dream workers. they took all the toys from the attic and left it stale and musty without purpose. familiar songs drip from my dreams without the screams, without the gargled glass throat sores and tension aches floating down the evening stream. joy still persists despite the clamp on the tortured and tested mind that rests inside my skull.

back to where i started

unleashed and unworried. piano dragons slayed my heart but I have a skin that won't borrow from anyone.