"Talk is useless,
Text doesn't add any value.
Still begging for words to make sense.
What about the innerspeaker,
The loudest inner orator,
Factory of suspicion,
Stepping foot into the puddles of justification all the time.
Who cares, be poor.
It's a vibration
Pause like Lennon, fire like Kobain,
So the trueman will be blasting out now,
Worry doesn't bother anymore,
Obsession with validation is not my song anymore I'm singing symphonies of gratitude ,
Mountains are clear in sight now.
Further chaos is evolving into entropy of explosion within, to effulge out.
Residing unto earthly smell,
Is my new melodious orchestra.
Winds are not waxing and waning anymore.
Ripples of thoughts are not my concern.
I'm moved by every single cell,
Dissolving into the flesh of soil,
Watching water strip through rocks,
Roots penetrating through concrete is colonization of ants let's celebrate those events ,my new obsession.
Haven't you noticed grizzlies are still eating you,
With some saltwater left,
Thalassophobia is real.
Finally able to shout on my own now,
Not chewing the air anymore, instead of talk, when you go in for a convo with a rock
making chains of breath each cycle is my love affair
Who is believing?
It's a treasure to be alive,
While some entropy still left
While some entropy still left..."
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