Ghosting

It’s a powerful thing, once I realized how much there is to the limitation of being drained and weary. They strummed like the violin sounds with four strings tuned in perfect fifths; the perfect short lived effects at the beginning and end of each note that would still strangely enough, evoke the void and vessels.

Every passing person of everyday is an experiment, making my mind take flights like butterflies – a massive reverse chaos. What’s so hard about discovering Atlantis, steal the Golden Fleece, and realize your childhood dreams are nothing less than your adult ambitions anyway?

In such endless night, nothing is completely lost yet.

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