*These thoughts consume me,
Like the moon, swallowed up by clouds -
I think of nothing else.
It is the greatest deceit when we compel ourselves,
us pretenders, we smile;
start forgetting it's all an act
we've mastered the art of distraction.*
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
*These thoughts consume me,
Like the moon, swallowed up by clouds -
I think of nothing else.
It is the greatest deceit when we compel ourselves,
us pretenders, we smile;
start forgetting it's all an act
we've mastered the art of distraction.*
