Sitting upright on the fence, facing the hours that pass in an instant, Idly spent resting in the breeze, and holding a glass of water up to the sky where the sun’s golden brilliance transformed the playful cylinder into a chasm of refracted light.
With the mornings Joys soon to be depleted, a victorious early afternoon shares its dull glowing triumph, my mind sets down its wonders; to take up the motion sickness of an extended ride, who’s glee is expressed by an amalgamation of halls and rooms that is the reminiscent facade of this lowly place.
In an effort to detour the perfunctory and incestuousness of the ticking that was livid within, and that remained held onto walls, I can encounter a place where relevance is impossible.
Throughout the periods of thought offered in that phantom innocence beholding my effortless, blind insecurity.
too bad I lost all the rest of what I was writting.
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