Vibrant despair blowing out like sand paper from the soul
Dreams of colour
Fearless hallucination of love
for the World
A stream of consciousness so pure and thick
like a raw gem
like a river
like a marching bull
Painfully fulfilling me full
I could run for miles if I had the Sea to sightsee
if I had the Sun gleaming on me
if I had your figure in memory
even if I had nothing and wasn't meant to be
A fuel that bursts my pupils into a huge void
serotonin
dopamine
adrenaline
and so
a rocket to the Moon and my hands on this keyboard
setting the stage for another round
I cannot be stopped, I can only be blunt
I can only do it
I can only run
Veins bulk in a steaming rush
and thus time disappears like a fog
I am lucky I am here
Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 12:18 AM UTC
Vibrant despair blowing out like sand paper from the soul
Dreams of colour
Fearless hallucination of love
for the World
A stream of consciousness so pure and thick
like a raw gem
like a river
like a marching bull
Painfully fulfilling me full
I could run for miles if I had the Sea to sightsee
if I had the Sun gleaming on me
if I had your figure in memory
even if I had nothing and wasn't meant to be
A fuel that bursts my pupils into a huge void
serotonin
dopamine
adrenaline
and so
a rocket to the Moon and my hands on this keyboard
setting the stage for another round
I cannot be stopped, I can only be blunt
I can only do it
I can only run
Veins bulk in a steaming rush
and thus time disappears like a fog
I am lucky I am here
- David Cunha
february 10, 2024
5:16 a.m.
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