Clyde River

These temples are only vessels, temporary rentals, borrowed seconds, as precious as they are defenseless. Gliding on these waters with no direction leaving trails that eventually evaporate to the heavens. Look down at the water, just appreciate the reflection momentary possessions but we could never possess them. Hold onto the memory but never forget the lesson. We're all legends because we're all individual sketches; they'll go tired to see our faces but we're all just merely projections, lit up by this moon causing our grainy reflections. If it's not the poison than time itself will ages us, and it may not be fair but isn't it all just chaos? beautiful light from the stardust, as it defines our universe? Impending collisions that happen at random? Creating the most beautiful sights to ever have happened? One in infinity, regardless of its vicinity or proximity, our humility is what travels through space and time vividly. And nothing on these maps can explain the trajectory, since alive or in memory, we continue to exist forever as energy...