I'm lost in the nebulous dimension of my thoughts.
walking the tightrope of fantasy and reality
Unable to distinguish which is which.
I'm Lost inside the verses of the song searching for an unknown miracle perhaps.
I never quite figure it out.
I watched as the blood of my ancestry oozed out my wrist
Unrecognisable by my own reflection.
'A disappoinment'
I whisper
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
I'm lost in the nebulous dimension of my thoughts.
walking the tightrope of fantasy and reality
Unable to distinguish which is which.
I'm Lost inside the verses of the song searching for an unknown miracle perhaps.
I never quite figure it out.
I watched as the blood of my ancestry oozed out my wrist
Unrecognisable by my own reflection.
'A disappoinment'
I whisper
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