I am naturally unaware of what is going on around me.
I stare thoughtlessly and dream in silence.
The lines becomes shapes and the shapes become characters who dance by the light of my eyes.
A tear falls and all of the colors melt together like the wax from a dripping candle;
And my liquid world rotates around a fiery sun and crashes into the moon.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
I am naturally unaware of what is going on around me.
I stare thoughtlessly and dream in silence.
The lines becomes shapes and the shapes become characters who dance by the light of my eyes.
A tear falls and all of the colors melt together like the wax from a dripping candle;
And my liquid world rotates around a fiery sun and crashes into the moon.
This is the very first piece I ever wrote. I was 13.
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