Imagine having your own little world
with tiny little creature
a few dwarfs, drowsy fairies
all eating cherrish red apples.
You love every single one of them.
But now they having their own little conflicts.
The dwarfs started eating, but not the apples
Instead they feast on the fairies.
all eating blood-red fairies.
A few generations later
the last dwarf on your world
swears at you
"What a beautiful job you did"
A wild confused laughter appears
echoing in hole covered by winter.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC
Imagine having your own little world
with tiny little creature
a few dwarfs, drowsy fairies
all eating cherrish red apples.
You love every single one of them.
But now they having their own little conflicts.
The dwarfs started eating, but not the apples
Instead they feast on the fairies.
all eating blood-red fairies.
A few generations later
the last dwarf on your world
swears at you
"What a beautiful job you did"
A wild confused laughter appears
echoing in hole covered by winter.
You cant be satisfied with anything in live. Cause you have no control at all. Until you start letting everything go his own flow. And yeah I was playing pokemon when I wrote this.
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