Ignore this like the othersIs this a butterfly escaping from its cocoon? A flower bud blossoming? Insanity running and screaming across the mindscape perhaps? When walking fingers break hearts and boys give up on reality all in the tapestries of font and syntax; This is art maybe, love possibly, lies rather? Two dimensional emotion spreads and flows affecting others in profound and unlikely ways like some sort of beautiful fungus across my walls, does that even make sense? Forest of thoughts commanding us all, informing us all, freeing us all changing us to its ancient and spontaneous design erratically taking you further down its paths so just give in to it. DestructiIgnore this like the others
Titled UntitledAeon. A meaningless time. Dull crystals with flame behind them. Silicon squares scattered around them multicolored like party confetti. The gravity has forgetten what it means and it tears the blackness around and lifts the forgotten objects into the empty. The space beyond is empty even when it is filled. Virgin drops of blood swirl through but do not taint nor touch. I am running through my mind, running to escape the Hollow, the Shadow, and the Truth. Beyond the objects I pass, staring with hope becuase they have no meaning and are nothing yet exist. They wait there for me, they wait there constantly. My heart is on my sleeve and it beatsTitled Untitled
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