Empty clarity and me
a hopeless hermit
among tiny misty mountain peak.
Blazing away to careless dances,
raw disillusions
and looking upward, inward, outward.
Except,
my thoughts are not mine,
my words are not mine.
Are my smiles real?
or fragments of tear.
why am I with me?
dying but never dead.
created but never awake
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
Empty clarity and me
a hopeless hermit
among tiny misty mountain peak.
Blazing away to careless dances,
raw disillusions
and looking upward, inward, outward.
Except,
my thoughts are not mine,
my words are not mine.
Are my smiles real?
or fragments of tear.
why am I with me?
dying but never dead.
created but never awake
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