I don my magic coat. Flying through the air, I disperse an angel's dust into my gardens of gold
Grabbing petals along the way, I laugh at the sweet aroma of heaven's blades
Its shininess is too much the behold
I better put on my shades
Running away, I chase from the opposite side those bothersome imps
I manage to capture them by their tail
Putting them in a bag, I close my eyes and see a glimpse
The world. A black ocean for me to sail
I see two pairs of massive balls in front of me. Swinging and clashing with each other
At the collision point, a white tower pierces the sky
I put on my heavy-duty boots in an attempt to not be swallowed and feel a smother
I climb the tower and find myself I am only halfway through this demystify
Extending my hand to reach for the top, I feel a cloud. Soft, white, and packing some thunder
The raccoon comes in his plane, offering me a ride overland
I grab my ticket home and prepare to ride the lightning in a race six feet under
Right at the finish line, the raccoon goes first and throws me a strand
Wrapping my eyes and tightening my heart, the strand cuts me into seeds
I fall to my gardens while hearing laughter
Sprouting from them, I get picked up and open my weeds
Sleepwalker
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
