Lost in thinking
- 7 apr 2015
- Tempo di lettura: 1 min
I’m hearing the silence of my being without bones silent no echo disappearing feelings only awareness. be nothing.
The only voice in the desert bursts like crumpled paper convolute in this interface cold and blue, the only defeat on mine not-being # # # foggy . . . my manifest narcissism.
Why? Because I still trust to be redeem. Reason of the hate.
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