It's spring again the planet knows WILL by heart Even the idea of writing is false if it doesn't FALL's no one asks for summer a blessed call or a cruel wall ,I bite!
It's just nature's way not the other way round whoever will wonder enjoys the pond...
Nietzsche was right
"root the ground to insert into leaps and bounds"!
who'll you tell? to people who sells naked apples with labels and water in bottle's?
far from knowing
may be there's no may be ,
to concotionate but to preserve fragile strings of affection
I'm not glued to them , they surround me into realm of no boundry no burden
when I begun to withdraw my own stocks of deeds as I burn them fast ⏩
it dries out quickly,
even existing wells flattened with new water again ,
leaves left a tint of orange ,
at least burning hollows you
leave empty sparks to burn again ,
clearly burning to burn , I all out myself
no one to turn
smoke wasn't the same again or foggy it was perhaps still is
I'm looping to loop out trying best not to shout, well preserved but undestroyed seed won't sprout, unless I water the wolves within will it grow,? I doubt !
Who wanna fuse out ?
But hours later
I feel a sense of dread, when all my mental power is drained and the rock songs on my Spotify playlist starts to shuffle in vain
I'm here again
rhythm is king, Melody is dead.Hilly drummer with sound of vallies , polyphony is a gift why to play hollow riifs , rather play with no strings ....
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