afflicted retinas; mental prisoners,
summer shivers, fall-heat sweats;.
HAZMAT frigid; hell's winter;
spring is quixotic,
befallen dividence,
shadowless
diurnal incompetence.
life is like a circle;
heals,
then it hurts you.
soothe the glowing wounds;
do you conquer pain or overcome it?
sometimes,
we yearn,
what we need not,
lows are highs,
spaceships; shot down in the sky,
master self or be controlled by what may consequently be beyond this,
what is life.?
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Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
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A nice write in the shape of a fountain, River. Oh woe, sometimes me only cloudy certainty is that I'm in Cloud Cuckoo Land - so I say! lol.
Haha if your cuckoo, I'm cuckoo for cocoa puffs, thanks for the check Orch, ✔
Is this Cloud Cuckoo Land? Everyone walking about standing on their head, as you are?! lol.
I guess I'm the only one standing on my head, everybody seems to be on their two feet.
Erm, I was gonna try a bit of Yoga stuff, involving inversion, being upside down. But I thought - I got enough to do, enough matters in life, while being the right way up, let alone standing on me head!' lol
"life is like a circle", yet each round is different.
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