Shane Joshua Thomas Biography

Anhedonia


Build me a palace
...

I catch the Sun in your eyes glisten
brown back at me, your hazel hair
so close but never touching
at night as you fall asleep by the sofa
...

The last drunken dance of the night-moths,
The last flickering of dawn against the crimson sky,
The final brush of clouds upon ocean eyes,
The hushed breath of silence before it all collapses.
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I am bleeding out onto the
canvas of forlorn creation,
I have met the pulsing phases of
motion and anguish;
...

It is all in your mind;
Less reality, more mind.

Maybe you're not all there...
...