Tall glass towers; on mountains of golden lakes.
An island of ten million dreams; blinded by the lights
of life. Heaven is a time like no other, as nothing has
an end. But all of it's residents have met their end.
Phased by the breath of tens of labours; the works of my
hands. I built glass memories, so fragile of remembering a
tragic past. All that is wasted; wasting away in thoughts.
****** as my hairs in the morning. Some on my neck, of
having their rest on my pillowcases.
A heavy throat, and it's husky voice. _Mmh mmh;_ clearing it
to speak into a day. This morning is a timeless piece of whisky;
strong as the first swallow of belief.
Do I...
_believe of any goodness ahead of me for today? A chance of better wealth to add some weight to a wallet? Meeting my potential love; as they're waiting out there?_
But when, and how far are all of these things?
Who are the fools to know; all of the wisdom of ancestors
of where they should go? My forefathers have been at this place before. I do suppose; that I am progresses living words.
Onwards, forward, towards, heading, advances, going to
the places of what progress asks of me to go.
Apr 9, 2022
Apr 9, 2022 at 3:47 PM UTC
Tall glass towers; on mountains of golden lakes.
An island of ten million dreams; blinded by the lights
of life. Heaven is a time like no other, as nothing has
an end. But all of it's residents have met their end.
Phased by the breath of tens of labours; the works of my
hands. I built glass memories, so fragile of remembering a
tragic past. All that is wasted; wasting away in thoughts.
****** as my hairs in the morning. Some on my neck, of
having their rest on my pillowcases.
A heavy throat, and it's husky voice. _Mmh mmh;_ clearing it
to speak into a day. This morning is a timeless piece of whisky;
strong as the first swallow of belief.
Do I...
_believe of any goodness ahead of me for today? A chance of better wealth to add some weight to a wallet? Meeting my potential love; as they're waiting out there?_
But when, and how far are all of these things?
Who are the fools to know; all of the wisdom of ancestors
of where they should go? My forefathers have been at this place before. I do suppose; that I am progresses living words.
Onwards, forward, towards, heading, advances, going to
the places of what progress asks of me to go.
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