*I see Time in the shadows
Texture paints on ceilings.
Slowly flowing, I stare for
A second. She shifts, the
Current of moments has
Changed. I no longer see
In constants; instead I
Constantly see. She has
Shown my eyes yet seem
To mirror my perception.*
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
*I see Time in the shadows
Texture paints on ceilings.
Slowly flowing, I stare for
A second. She shifts, the
Current of moments has
Changed. I no longer see
In constants; instead I
Constantly see. She has
Shown my eyes yet seem
To mirror my perception.*
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