Tired yet wired.
Running on caffeine, adrenaline and anticipation.
Like a railway forwarder
grinding on rusted tracks making them an orange metallic fairy dust.
Living in a wind of motion snd flying on my own.
And then I see you: a calm tornado of sense and serenity.
You pull me out and woosh! me up into the celestial realms where they sing a song of clarity and purity.
The chaos of my eyes is poured into a stella mixing bowl: processed.
Then drunk out.
As a flower with pink semi-translucent leaves.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
Tired yet wired.
Running on caffeine, adrenaline and anticipation.
Like a railway forwarder
grinding on rusted tracks making them an orange metallic fairy dust.
Living in a wind of motion snd flying on my own.
And then I see you: a calm tornado of sense and serenity.
You pull me out and woosh! me up into the celestial realms where they sing a song of clarity and purity.
The chaos of my eyes is poured into a stella mixing bowl: processed.
Then drunk out.
As a flower with pink semi-translucent leaves.
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