Dear the dreaming man who walks among the stars, In the depths of night, I find my place, A ridiculous man, Lost in space.
You weave my thoughts with a flick of your hand, But tell me, Dear painter, Where do you take me, Unplanned?
As I wander this world, do you see the pain, The suffering hidden in beauty's domain? Do you hear the cries beneath the starlit skies,
Or do you turn away, ignoring their sighs?
When morning arrives, and I drift from your sight, do you linger in shadows, awaiting the night? Will you take me to places where hope can still shine, or leave me adrift in the depths of time?
@nolongerumano
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 12:10 PM UTC
Dear the dreaming man who walks among the stars, In the depths of night, I find my place, A ridiculous man, Lost in space.
You weave my thoughts with a flick of your hand, But tell me, Dear painter, Where do you take me, Unplanned?
As I wander this world, do you see the pain, The suffering hidden in beauty's domain? Do you hear the cries beneath the starlit skies,
Or do you turn away, ignoring their sighs?
When morning arrives, and I drift from your sight, do you linger in shadows, awaiting the night? Will you take me to places where hope can still shine, or leave me adrift in the depths of time?
@nolongerumano
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