I can see a billion Luna moths, with five inch wings, beating against the hourglass.
Gathering statistics feverishly.
Surrounded by phantoms of their past, their ancestors tucked in between moonbeams.
Consciousness achieved, they reveal themselves in an involuntary spasm of madness.
Mankind.
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I can feel the world in my lungs. Breathe with me....
#acrostic challenge [S]unlight; 1 million golden cogs, polished, precisely placed, on log axles by [U]ninhibited naked angels, singing praises while pulling levers, [N]ever look at the sun, my...
Wind chimes, silver tide,. Midnight cat there by your side,. The iris, onyx, tearing, scattered,. Escape, this time, is not so hard,. Your faithful friend, a nuzzling heat,.
Where an elephant can ride. On the winds of a butterfly. And at a frogs table. A tiger sips tea. Where doors are opened. To worlds never seen before. And man can swim. Through the air with ease.
Dreamer he invades. Reality soon fades. Flavoured fragrance of. Yesterday. Entwined with flowers of. Tomorrow. Sun kissed fountains. Dances with your mystery. Spreads colour across.
If I were to draw a picture of me. I am standing still. All alone in the middle of an ocean that has no beginning and no end. My back is turned towards me.
[Inspired by @curiouscaitlin's 'A Recollection', which is amazing] The stitches between dreams, An alternative world, Held at the seams, Knitted ribbons swirl, At the edge of a romance, And a...
Written while really wasted: There's something special about a human's last breath. You can hear their soul getting sucked out of them, sucked away from time like it never existed.
It was as if the whole world was blooming around her, everything was changing, everything was moving and growing, melting into each other, sparking against one another, exploding, vaporising.
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