Train of thought
Intertwined with the ebb and flow of thoughts forgot
In the purity of that empty space between your brows
In the shapeless darkness where feelings allow
Reality to abstract itself
Re-arrange and interact with itself
Here in the pits of imagination and firing synapses
I lost who I was
But found who I came here to be
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
Train of thought
Intertwined with the ebb and flow of thoughts forgot
In the purity of that empty space between your brows
In the shapeless darkness where feelings allow
Reality to abstract itself
Re-arrange and interact with itself
Here in the pits of imagination and firing synapses
I lost who I was
But found who I came here to be
Copyright 2015 Monica Figueroa
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