And the cycle begins again
Time to separate from a version of ourselves that will no longer cease to exists
Time to escape to a realm of an altered reality
From dawn to dusk
Who will you meet there in your hours of solitude
What lessons will you acquire or what love will you rekindle
Will there be warning sign or a message of value to foreshadow the near future
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
One last breathe subsiding in this former reality
There you are a characterless silhouette
This time there are numerous versions of you in what seems to be a blackened cloak
Would there be a point to the decrement of who you are this time
You stand there mute
Immobile
Yet
The feeling of restraint is against my frame
With the absence of touch
How is this obtainable in the mist of a mere glance
Is there an indirect correlation to this perception of being hinged to an obscured fixation
A yearning to please this hallowed out being
Can you relate to this fantasy
The urge of gratification
Can you see transparently through my mind
Are we connected
Intertwined
Back into the void
Be the light
Trample this fondness
And
Use
Me
As
A
Sense
Of
Inspiration
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I love this so much. Goosebumps