Where did inspiration go? it used to feel right at home something else plagues my skull some other fallacy a recorded memory of another which doesn't suit me any the look cost me just a penny of your thoughts these occupy more than just spots on a space occular internalized expoentially problem-er create go ahead it's great there is no reason i sought escape, when we begged again for ignorance okay set down the flame no more illuminating my friends because depending on the burn at which the new cure brings pain only Curse was what got learned so wont be the creator of the cause nor the seed sprout of pollutant seemingly toxifying the city in horror You're so giddy shut up if fidget just sit pretty mr.commodity do ya dig me? can you hear? how many surrendered years? it's about time to cash in those fears "I" wont objectify none but you're still on the run move, under a thumb "where is the true love?" "why are my lungs blued up?", asks I. get chewed up if that is your need For relief of the 'siege'.
Thankful you enjoy them ♡
It was difficult for many years.
But now i see the benevolence of purpose even in the most dark works i once felt, attacked by, making.