Our survival is just a
continuum of vivid diegesis,
An amalgamation of these bones and dust
delved in the quiddity
satirising the bizarre reflection
in a mirror,
Who are we?
A hallucination?
Await! Await!
We're all delusions of someone's vivid muse.
YOU ARE READING
•UNAVOWED TALES•
PuisiHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
