I see through the veilings of an invisible dilemma,


post convulsion, exhilarates the mind's heart beat,


a floating room distances closer to a polarizing illusion,


the eyes speak,


gray rain invigorates a parched yearning,


fools gold illuminates the path of blind glory,


ghostly writings,


fever dream reality with phantosomia,


revelation, stumbles across a drunkard one man parade,


man left blethering himself, fading into never ending desolence.


forever in silence.

  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2020 11:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    I never knew there was so much involved in dissolving. Well, I know now! Is the 11:11 pic symbolic?

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