

confabulationit's not so easy becoming wise beyond your years you push and struggle through the banalities of concentration, and chance aneurysms when you're just as bad off letting go . . .confabulation


DrownerThe fog settled on the surface, One pale veil above the lake depth. I stripped myself bare in moonlight, I ran, I leapt, I held my breath.Drowner
Ever since, I' ve searched for that pearl, From tangled to torn to torpor. Floating along with the refuse, Forgetting what I'm looking for.
But if I can find it, I think a real me would surface. I could just spread my wings, And fly up to that great furnace I could live Happy Now
So I may get caught in your net; Every now and then, it occurs. But my packed lungs will tip your bow: &nbs
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Kafka <3
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"If the eyes are the window to the soul, my art is the window to my heart." <3
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