One foot after the other.
Don’t speak, fly.
Feel the beat of your love.
The open deserted air of the black night
sky,
As the stars whisper to your soul.
Faded memories capturing moments of bliss,
burnt onto your being,
Entwined into your beautifully chaotic
mind.
Pulling you into the hysteria, screaming
peacefully, floating frantically,
To a clouded sense of naïve reality.
Into dust all black every day.
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