18:33 June 2, 2013

[lone journal fragment, author unknown]

In enclosing comfort of hypnogogic sprinkling droplets, I happened upon a small golden key. By the rules of that plane, a chest I had long forgotten packing came to be before me. The spelll had set; the key turned and opened the chest. As such in the pastel constellations of hynogogia brightening towards the asymptotic descent to the severence of conciousness is likely to contain, the chest held bottled contemplations from the past, unresolved, marked as to return.