Say "hello!" to the little-orange friends, with them our mind extends; and further. Or is it...how far?
Please drive slow, crawling level with the wheels of the car. Look, it's that space, the "old place"; remembering that face. From her lips, my past, I trace.
Definitions tend to change. The way they are described sounds so strange. Oh, you fickle little words, or more so, you ink scribbles resembling flocks of birds.
I have been asked to descry meaning from you, from such language. It's a clairvoyant mission that will only promise me anguish. My mortality, my fears, all of the limits holding me shall be broken and then finally, my own identity, I'll vanquish.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
Say "hello!" to the little-orange friends, with them our mind extends; and further. Or is it...how far?
Please drive slow, crawling level with the wheels of the car. Look, it's that space, the "old place"; remembering that face. From her lips, my past, I trace.
Definitions tend to change. The way they are described sounds so strange. Oh, you fickle little words, or more so, you ink scribbles resembling flocks of birds.
I have been asked to descry meaning from you, from such language. It's a clairvoyant mission that will only promise me anguish. My mortality, my fears, all of the limits holding me shall be broken and then finally, my own identity, I'll vanquish.
