your ghost walks hand in hand with my thoughts; they follow the labyrinth you created in my mind. they live without flooring; nothing grounds them. they wish sometimes for a place to settle but Weightless doesn't look good with Gravity--Emotion Faux Pas at its finest. lingering in the halls of Past Embrace, we cant seem to escape-Separation and Anxiety guard the gates there and they adore company. Future cradles Curiosity and Strength in her everlasting arms and we can but reach for her; she will evade you until you worship her King, the Present.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
your ghost walks hand in hand with my thoughts; they follow the labyrinth you created in my mind. they live without flooring; nothing grounds them. they wish sometimes for a place to settle but Weightless doesn't look good with Gravity--Emotion Faux Pas at its finest. lingering in the halls of Past Embrace, we cant seem to escape-Separation and Anxiety guard the gates there and they adore company. Future cradles Curiosity and Strength in her everlasting arms and we can but reach for her; she will evade you until you worship her King, the Present.
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