I'm shaking,
Startled, by my distorted recollections.
They call it the "Infatuated saboteur"
To most it exists as a possessor.
A single unit of energy made from the depths of negative creep.
It's a monster, no doubt
However, it may inspire a blessing.
Most epiphanies lead to reinvention.
A positive construct, mistaken for bad luck
Tirelessly made to show true human condition.
Suffering.
it lead me to place as old as space-time.
We live within, we feel everything.
It says.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
I'm shaking,
Startled, by my distorted recollections.
They call it the "Infatuated saboteur"
To most it exists as a possessor.
A single unit of energy made from the depths of negative creep.
It's a monster, no doubt
However, it may inspire a blessing.
Most epiphanies lead to reinvention.
A positive construct, mistaken for bad luck
Tirelessly made to show true human condition.
Suffering.
it lead me to place as old as space-time.
We live within, we feel everything.
It says.
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