First Step of Creativity

When insects were crawling dreams had contradictions, a sudden drop in temperature brought the quantum touch. Ending of the grief or grief of ending rejected every intact truth and death was trailing behind the candle. Fear and agony were following the footfalls of night Blindness was weaving a broken moon. The time will not be answerable for any plight. Corners of childhood brighten up for sweet nothings I adore the fallen god, he was inhaling the earth.