My brain is hazy, incoherent cluster-fuck of thoughts slip out failing to form a single decent sentence. It is scattered in a vast space, it is but a pile of rubbish void of a similar entity. Raw, with jagged edges, ugly curves, imperfect spheres and sharp tips hungry for velvet red.
Unfamiliarity is lethal.
Self-murder, it is.
With the discernible rowdiness comes a fervent need to sort out. The digging commences, classifying inseparable clutters into a clean-cut oneness.
Variance becomes unique.
An atypical treasure but collectively it is a mass of interconnected glow in the darks creating a pattern that illuminates an abyss.
I soak in a thick, heavy darkness but resuscitated by a light boring from a hole.
My brain is hazy, incoherent cluster-fuck of thoughts slip out failing to form a single decent sentence all because it wouldn't suffice.
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| Gotta love pervert Yeollie |
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