Slowly he wakes, slowly tuning out the buzzing of reality.
"You're turn to fly..." I whispered.
I'm handing out wings for the broken.
It's time we share the sky.
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the truth about freedom
The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...
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Reality's company Is such a bore. The disability to believe in ability. You are all created from my imagination, Objects, obstacle...
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Dark rooms and laying. Smoking and swaying. Driving without reason. The habits we create for replacing nothing. I once knew trust. But...
4 comments:
nice ! gives me a feeling of freedom..
but y closed windows ?
Because. People don't let themselves see what they can have. They only ever see..what they are in.
that iiiiis deeeeeeep :)
I only think deep! hah!
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