In between time, have I wondered through dimensions of sacredness.
Between the spaces of unfrozen relic of us.
It was both pure and holy,
Untampered by the cold seas of dark night.
One day, might I lose to the wilderness of nature, to the untamed creatures of worldly beings, will you recognise me?
Every now and then, have my thoughts keep tangling themselves, from nothing to everything, from making sense to nonsensical.
From flowery visuals, vividly in shapes.
It was both pleasure and pain,
Unnamed by the strong winds of feelings.
And one day, might I fall out from these untimely moments, will you be there to save me?
This is the epitome of hopelessness, hoping for mere dreams to become a reality.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
In between time, have I wondered through dimensions of sacredness.
Between the spaces of unfrozen relic of us.
It was both pure and holy,
Untampered by the cold seas of dark night.
One day, might I lose to the wilderness of nature, to the untamed creatures of worldly beings, will you recognise me?
Every now and then, have my thoughts keep tangling themselves, from nothing to everything, from making sense to nonsensical.
From flowery visuals, vividly in shapes.
It was both pleasure and pain,
Unnamed by the strong winds of feelings.
And one day, might I fall out from these untimely moments, will you be there to save me?
This is the epitome of hopelessness, hoping for mere dreams to become a reality.
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