Aphorism

Eyes tightly shut. 

So tight I see stars and moons.

The hollow depth is absurd.

The brightness is almost blinding. 

The sky is now setting. 

The darkness is turning on..

It’s a fervour that never dies.

The lustre is just a coating.

Sometimes it hurts when the mask fall’s off.

Nothing is ever staying the same.

Just this journey is eternal.

It’s all about trying to fathom.

This weird spherical ball.

💚~ Me.

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