Green, green the grass, build a trust against faith or love. Everything being too perfect always hide a truth.
Truce from the past, engage in relish deeply, present being gifted and the mystery of the future. Building on the base of disclosing eases. Sweet as a dove, trying not to be in the narcotics, acting as a peasant.
Preaches your own self, being astonished by a deep connection of something great. Fulfilled your dreamy thoughts in your head, forgiving yourself within the dark. Bargaining your peace, risking purity, life hits again.
One more eerie and hidden truth, not believing the definition, forced gravity upon. Abstaining from euphoric substances, resist for finding some peace within the delusion and the effects.
Dwelled in the comfort of being solus, drifted by the calm, meditating in the loudness of your own thoughts. No more forces upon the nerves of your brain, relaxed with the harmony, trapped in the divine silence, which you think is hell.
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Weird Inspirations
Historia CortaThe content contains short paragraphs which I wrote over years on the different feelings and experience of life I had and inspirations out of nowhere.
