Losing myself in the past encompassment if you're purple fluid.
Nothing in the world makes sense anymore, but this is vividly lucid.
It is the first time in a long while my mind has been at ease.
Stuck in this cold smelly laboratory, you wobble as a beautiful flower in a gentle spring breeze.
Spinning round and round and watching as your viscous liquid collapses on its center.
As the bubbles float to your surface, and your opaqueness turns transparent, so do I imbibe the truth of reality.
Just as it began, so will it end at my hand.
Your fortune awaits as you help to reveal the secret that the naked I cannot see.
I can only hope my future is as beautiful as yours.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC
Losing myself in the past encompassment if you're purple fluid.
Nothing in the world makes sense anymore, but this is vividly lucid.
It is the first time in a long while my mind has been at ease.
Stuck in this cold smelly laboratory, you wobble as a beautiful flower in a gentle spring breeze.
Spinning round and round and watching as your viscous liquid collapses on its center.
As the bubbles float to your surface, and your opaqueness turns transparent, so do I imbibe the truth of reality.
Just as it began, so will it end at my hand.
Your fortune awaits as you help to reveal the secret that the naked I cannot see.
I can only hope my future is as beautiful as yours.
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