The indulgence in our existence becomes our reality, but it is only but an illusion. A wanderer in my own surroundings, I can never seem to understand the miniscule things of the minds that are around me. I’m overwhelmed in my secrets and my moments flourish my life in the richness of all things. But in the lies of the life that I’m living, I try not to forget them.
An energy that is so familiar that it’s impossible to dismiss, possess me. I try to keep the balance within my visual story but the colors leak out of reality. It brings about a trance, beyond everything we’re aware of; it’s the journey of departure from worlds near. The flow vibrates through everything and maintains a certain play. A mystification, which no one has ever heard of, starts to spread into the world like a virus.
Out of my mind, the mysteries are shown, the links are shown, and the webs appear. The Map is revealed. There is no assumption; there is reciprocation in this attraction. It is heavy on my mind and I cannot express it. I can only show it. My layers shed and my actions are shown, in the ways of disciplined mischief.
Derived from my conscious, I’m lost in the steps of the dance. The echoes of memories are playing in my mind and reflecting on my world. With accents I realize the significance; some vibrations are louder than others. I’m finding in myself all things that I haven’t understood yet. I become receptive and thus free, seeking the things that come to find me.
An alluring wind that strengthens my curiosity, I’m anxious to plant my next seed, to grow an idea within the realms. I urge for my next moves to be lost in desires, so that ultimately my every move is a Checkmate.
An energy that is so familiar that it’s impossible to dismiss, possess me. I try to keep the balance within my visual story but the colors leak out of reality. It brings about a trance, beyond everything we’re aware of; it’s the journey of departure from worlds near. The flow vibrates through everything and maintains a certain play. A mystification, which no one has ever heard of, starts to spread into the world like a virus.
Out of my mind, the mysteries are shown, the links are shown, and the webs appear. The Map is revealed. There is no assumption; there is reciprocation in this attraction. It is heavy on my mind and I cannot express it. I can only show it. My layers shed and my actions are shown, in the ways of disciplined mischief.
Derived from my conscious, I’m lost in the steps of the dance. The echoes of memories are playing in my mind and reflecting on my world. With accents I realize the significance; some vibrations are louder than others. I’m finding in myself all things that I haven’t understood yet. I become receptive and thus free, seeking the things that come to find me.
An alluring wind that strengthens my curiosity, I’m anxious to plant my next seed, to grow an idea within the realms. I urge for my next moves to be lost in desires, so that ultimately my every move is a Checkmate.
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