I unfolded myself and found an unfinished sketch,
a caricature of what I presume is my reality.
I don't have a pencil,
but the sight of this image has erased my volition.
Complications simplified to sit in a box of building blocks
My instinctual drive is to run away without a license.
Dreams explode in the hands of my innocence.
Showers of thought pour into the reservoir of my ignorance.
Snapshots of infinity help with the illusion of tangibility.
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
I unfolded myself and found an unfinished sketch,
a caricature of what I presume is my reality.
I don't have a pencil,
but the sight of this image has erased my volition.
Complications simplified to sit in a box of building blocks
My instinctual drive is to run away without a license.
Dreams explode in the hands of my innocence.
Showers of thought pour into the reservoir of my ignorance.
Snapshots of infinity help with the illusion of tangibility.
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