A small furry tummy grows with pride and recognition. The day is new like fresh air and baby lungs. The trappings of usual experience have gone unnoticed with each wayward smile and shared glimpse.
Is this a dream?
What is real?
Silence guards haunting stories with latent thoughts streaming uncontested by a busy mind. If there is truth, then what is humanity? Who am I?
Do you feel ashamed too?
I'm not the leader I once believed to be back then.
I'm more machine now then ever before - lacking substance, strange entangled, my very best worst friend.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
A small furry tummy grows with pride and recognition. The day is new like fresh air and baby lungs. The trappings of usual experience have gone unnoticed with each wayward smile and shared glimpse.
Is this a dream?
What is real?
Silence guards haunting stories with latent thoughts streaming uncontested by a busy mind. If there is truth, then what is humanity? Who am I?
Do you feel ashamed too?
I'm not the leader I once believed to be back then.
I'm more machine now then ever before - lacking substance, strange entangled, my very best worst friend.
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