I do not work linearly.
My mind, she is a vast deep, dark whole.
Answers to no one, there are claws that screech as my abyss.
Detrimental and wrapped in paper planes, and the light they fly on.
Dreams cost nothing..
And everything,
All at the same point of time. Point in. Time.
Perceptions are like masks, but the eyes, we will always see through.
In a language we may not understand, I simply observe half the time, a mere child-
That is all I can do.
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