| "Colors Blooming Thoughtlessly" | |
| the spiral becomes tighter narrowing its hold while the current becomes stronger too much to resist ahead there looms the vortex point too perfect to behold concentrated energy yet gentler than a kiss a surge from deep inside of me so beautiful with pain I lose a part of what I held too tightly to destroy but I can’t stand much more of this in spite of all the gain another surge, a wall collapse an all encompassed joy waking up, confusion reigns this won’t fit with that reorganize the dark & light choose grayness to fit in everything is now in place the inner diplomat but deep inside insisting voice refusing to give in a daydream interrupts the flow something like a kiss or colors blooming thoughtlessly within a field of gray the strange and wonderful return but shrouded in a mist a dream becomes a memory to slowly fade away |
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