"That's the best part of nowhere to be, right in the middle." - Sam- I - Am (green eggs and ham, try watching it.)
Pinecone clouds
Scarred trees with shaved leaves
Paper deserts, crystal sands
Blankets of foam, smoky bubbles
Perfect hills with glass peaks
That's where I wanna be.
Messy skies, none lights
October wood in my nostrils
Breathe in the whispering air.
Man reaches for the sky
And neglects the crumbling Earth
Dreaming in pencil so I can erase the lines later
Recreating flawless cities
That's where I wanna be.
Even when the border of reality fades, this euphoria will be imprinted on me
And that, is where I want to be.
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The Spiral
PoetryA deep dive into thoughts about the universe, life, emotions and more, down an endless poetic(and sometimes not poetic) spiral. We follow various characters.
