The world changes sometimes
It starts as a big blue ice
then it melts as the dogmas slip away
from the hands of the strangers.
And when it melts it is beautiful...
Everything that makes a soul dance.
No squares or other shapes,
no fittings...
simply existing
in space
freely and eternally
swimming around
nothingness.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
The world changes sometimes
It starts as a big blue ice
then it melts as the dogmas slip away
from the hands of the strangers.
And when it melts it is beautiful...
Everything that makes a soul dance.
No squares or other shapes,
no fittings...
simply existing
in space
freely and eternally
swimming around
nothingness.
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