Bricks begin to crumble
Surmising escape
Need for escape
but a mere cloud
unreachable.
Silent ringing of psychosis.
Numbing intensity fills sensation
Eclipse of abyssful nightmares.
Mirages becoming oh so real
No perception of illusive direction.
Lost and submerged
death of desire.
shriveled withered sense of emotion
apocryphaly quixotic
escaping is whimsical.
dreams of decamp desolve into darkness.











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MAIN | STOCK
[ Like the time stood still ]
They happen to be two of my own favorites...
Best Regards
dan
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"Somewhere a mountain is moving. I'm afraid it's moving without me..."
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oO Stop collecting stones and start building your castle!
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"I want my jar of dirt."
ô.O.ô
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