careless
If this pen could write by itself, I'd have retired myself from the burden of rhythmic articulation and drowned in the psychedelics of your reverie, levitating to a world devoid of matter, eroding away our maze moulded brains, filtering out the virgin soul awaiting it's first touch. Like the first breath of air gushing into a newborn's lungs.
Abandoning our half wrung hearts echoing through the vesicles of felicity, catering devotion to the delusion, may we ascend. May we ascend to a world devoid of matter. Where judgements lack parameters and thoughts breed in unison.
Abandoning our half wrung hearts echoing through the vesicles of felicity, catering devotion to the delusion, may we ascend. May we ascend to a world devoid of matter. Where judgements lack parameters and thoughts breed in unison.