Allow me to drift away, with momentary separation, the forever dissolving self, revealing the difference of character. The difference between you and I are at these moments of shining, through a sea of trees drifting in the embracing electric current. A stream of sunshine beams from and to my very existence, the vibrations of pressure are sure to divide my weaknesses and security of self, like a perfectly round stone that's been rolling in your wake for aeons.
The melancholy dream.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
