Life was given to me out of context the sheer description of it was to say ludicrous vivid picture painted with such crisp elegance the fantasy of it all ran with thoughts of towering stars swimming in the depth of the pure thoughts of conquest my heart yearned for the slightest peek of the outlook these stories outright stole my mind forcing it into a endless pit of creativity I no longer dreamed with subconscious thoughts but reached from within my propelled heart humming, singing, writing, dancing along with the beat that effortlessly escaped my chest and for seconds at a time I could not catch the air sitting in front of me my mind quickly searching for answers skewering one single thought that life is a moment sown together by other moments of joy that made that moment breathless...
Royale jones
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The Immortal Wize says: It's like you pushed this out from a place so deep inside of you, I'm really felling tone of this. |
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royale Jones says: Thank you sir! |
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