What can I say, of the creatures I do not remember,
Ambling without form or face or shape?
I know it's beautiful to see,
to listen
How much can I tell you, of the world I've yet to write?
The undulation of waves lapping at eroded shores,
The stars dancing through the sky in showers,
And a thousand tongues stolen,
by the wave of a hand over a
crystal ball
Escapism is an interesting thing,
You sound so alive when you tell me of
chemistry in all its
deadliest forms,
Teach me about suffocation,
or the desert of blue sand & burning rain
Let me show you a new kind of beauty,
The nonsensical,
undeliberate,
Unpolished,
Nothingness
Emptiness has its own beauty,
Just watching everyone else
fill in the gaps
That's where the fun lies,
I find
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 7:45 PM UTC
What can I say, of the creatures I do not remember,
Ambling without form or face or shape?
I know it's beautiful to see,
to listen
How much can I tell you, of the world I've yet to write?
The undulation of waves lapping at eroded shores,
The stars dancing through the sky in showers,
And a thousand tongues stolen,
by the wave of a hand over a
crystal ball
Escapism is an interesting thing,
You sound so alive when you tell me of
chemistry in all its
deadliest forms,
Teach me about suffocation,
or the desert of blue sand & burning rain
Let me show you a new kind of beauty,
The nonsensical,
undeliberate,
Unpolished,
Nothingness
Emptiness has its own beauty,
Just watching everyone else
fill in the gaps
That's where the fun lies,
I find
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