artisan_disquiet Grievance_arcs_wire the leaves were golden, reflecting in the retrospective eyes of the beasts aligning verdict to your heart. gazes breathed gradiants, laughing on their decendance upon you, lighting as softly as wind ushered beneath your tears. glistening softly, in the reproach of your disquiet, artisan disquiet. the parches of your syndrom a quest to this disquiet all insanity seeked reprieve from. Your formalities faltered in the faces of those beasts, and your footsteps trailed a longing quake of dust beyond your cycles of fears, running, running. it's just not enough, to be here anymore. 020122 what's it to you? who go blather from