...

It seems disturbing that we can be judged on a single action taken throughout the course of our lives. This has the power to take the focus away from all the events that led up to the action. For example, a person who murders or commits suicide may be judged on that one final act, the ultimate event. Yet this may detract from all the events that led to it. There could have been moments of great kindness or happiness, of selfless undertaking, where good can be found within something that seems bad to others. Perhaps it is of less importance to highlight the final result when there is so much more insight to be found in what took place before it.

I.K. Estbon

...

Chaotic circles weave
where we can be uplifted and then fall

I.K. Estbon

...

When the sleep comes they will dream...

I.K. Estbon

...

Rise and fall,
we will toil
and then wait for the day,
when problems are meaningless...

I.K. Estbon

...

does anyone still remember what we remembered when we used to remember...?

I.K. Estbon

...

Light, light.

carry me into

Night, night.

I.K. Estbon

...

When you just crumble in your head with the realisation that time is ebbing away and the sands are sifting through your hands while you helplessly watch in apathetic melancholy, then you know more than ever that moments are not to be wasted away into absent dreaming and pointless memories...

All you have is what you're given and all you keep is what you create, there is nothing special about what you will do... It is only a privileged illusion, take it and do with it what you will... Living is suicide.

...Living is suicide.

... ...Living is suicide.

... ... ...Living is suicide.

... ... ... ...Living is suicide.

I.K. Estbon

...

The dreams they come. They shatter.

Break apart the pining,
the images unwinding.

Ah, those fanciful dreams.

I.K. Estbon

...

3am

3am

3am

3am

3am

3am, 3am

3am

3am, 3am

3am, 3am

3:01

I.K. Estbon

...

Why do I continue to weave the words of deceit?

Am I to wait for a day of retribution?

Or can the past be renewed by the future?

I.K. Estbon

...

Feasting on false realities.
The waking, the wake, the time. Passes.

Don't hide, reveal.
The truth is hard to face.

I.K. Estbon

...

slept under stars

I.K. Estbon

...

Run, run, run...

Living is suicide.
Living is suicide.

I.K. Estbon

...

land of a million elephants.
connect.
dis a ppear

shine on
in the sky

I.K. Estbon