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it's strange the rides your mind partakes in while it sits still in your head. i am unmoving, staring at the endless rows of grey spotted ceiling tiles from a bed, while my mind cartwheels and bursts into flames, cosmic colour, ribbon dancing through its many seasons during my quiet sit down. it swims through galaxies with graceful strokes, leaping joyfully into nebulas and leaving behind a shimmering trail of sparks. it speaks in starlight and dances hand in hand with planets. the peaceful space of the space in my mind bursts to life.
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
still but moving.
it's strange the rides your mind partakes in while it sits still in your head. i am unmoving, staring at the endless rows of grey spotted ceiling tiles from a bed, while my mind cartwheels and bursts into flames, cosmic colour, ribbon dancing through its many seasons during my quiet sit down. it swims through galaxies with graceful strokes, leaping joyfully into nebulas and leaving behind a shimmering trail of sparks. it speaks in starlight and dances hand in hand with planets. the peaceful space of the space in my mind bursts to life.
luisa-c
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
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