i am a master of building imperialistic house of isolation against all odds.
the condition of lying still somehow means close to pushing yourself afar back.
the rambling energy of the surroundings, the drive of other focus to move forward,
and all those pressuring crap kind of drag down the beauty of now.
my imaginary whirlwind comprehends me to enjoy the lonesome illusion. probably mistakenly.
i am aware, i am fully aware. but do i really care? heck no.
or maybe, just maybe, i do.
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chelsea hay rickman, the snail and the cyclops, miss wallflower, parpadeo
Posted by ANDWHATELSEISTHERE at 10:57 AM