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.