What is a world tilted on the edge? Tethering.
Shaking.
Suffocating.
Not your world.
Who is worthy of such valour? You claim but do not possess.
Unbridled thoughts.
Our single life of narcicissim.
The cliche of broken parts. Gilded anxiety. A heart claustaphobic within its own bars. Beating for release.
Eternity the currency of now. Blessings of spite. Born in time to be out of time. This world of opportunity.
Perfection in passivity. To not err for never having stepped at all.
A thief of today. Who can steal what we do not grasp?
Adrift in silence.
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Simply Complex
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