the music trips me out, and the complete lack of sleep makes me feel drugged, and not drugged of calm, almost uncomfortably ethereal. if i try enough i might be able to project, evolve and super eveove. i wouldnt believe me if i were sober. sounds simmer in my head and press on a million nerves. it might begin to harm me, but i stay.
propel yourself around me, in and out of me. take me, broken mind, body and spirit and emote it to what you will.
i am but for you to meddle and mould, and if i said i needed you once, it was always a lie. This love has powers to reappear, many times in a single life, and over again a million rebirths, forward and backward, and in ever evolving spirals, and spirals, and spirals.
propel yourself around me, in and out of me. take me, broken mind, body and spirit and emote it to what you will.
i am but for you to meddle and mould, and if i said i needed you once, it was always a lie. This love has powers to reappear, many times in a single life, and over again a million rebirths, forward and backward, and in ever evolving spirals, and spirals, and spirals.
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not trying to be vague or anything, but spirals are the only truth. just look at the helix.
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