My lips are cracks in the dark asphalt of the night.
They are releasing an eruption of words.
I miss the days of my dormancy.
Eventually the cooldrink bottle was rattled to it's core.
Now there's a sticky mess all over the floor.
It's surprising that it didn't go flat with time.
Strange that.
I don't drink fizzy drinks anymore.
I'm orbiting around Something Bigger.
Yet I'm stuck to this axis.
I'm seeing planets spin off-course.
They collide with one another in the still darkness of space.
Life is turmoil.
Life is change.
Accept it.
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| Wire |
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| Lonely |
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