Ever felt locked in your own mind? Not able to face reality instead you drown in your own fantasy…and so once you wake up from your dream everything closes in on you.

Not really sure.

One departing from a cold heart and being unfamiliar with the circumstances.

A short poem by Jacob Peacock about vision "freeze framing" and perceiving glimpses of the future.

Poem.

A poem about missing summertime when the cold of winter comes around.

A poem about a strange whirlwind that seems to be alive.

The Blues.

Falling from the sky, every winter.

The sun.