They say that the state of your surrounding is the state of your mind
I suppose that’s accurate
For my surrounding match my mind clearly
The sheets are in a pile at the end of the bed
...
I'm not a writer, just a bored gamer...
Far away from the world, I get in my head
Thoughts are coming in, like a river flowing into the ocean
Today is the day my existence fades away
...
A million raindrops into
A salty sea, we coalesce
Formless aura
Rainbows and prisms
We are acres of apricots
Strengthening a billion butterflies
The wind whispering in
Weeping willows as we
Dress in the threads of desire
Like a fluffy sweater in the bitter
Wind, wrapped in your warmth
Go on I dare you
Try once more,
For psychic assault.
I want to Amuse myself
you are a riddle i want to unravel
an intricate puzzle-box i find so incredibly
deeply...