The intricacies of the far off treeline pulsates in such a fluid and intricate way that I wish to join it in it's blissful ignorance. The world is a dark and damp place full of even darker and worse people. The corruption of the youths in just my area alone is filled to the brim with those that choose to use their lives up in simple highs unrealistically near the uselessness of the common pebble. I find that I am treated as such. And now it has gotten to the point of the intrusive corruption of my very mind and soul.
People don't care about the common pebble. Even though they're missing out on a whole world of possibilities.
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CasualeRandom thoughts because I have writers block and can't sleep. Cover art by @QueenOfFistss
