I am walking,
My body reflected by the clouds
Shimmering about me.
So thick, they envelop everything.
I am not dreaming
This is real
REAL!
Figures are dancing
At the edge of my wavering vision.
Who are you to say
That they dont exist?
I think therefore I am
I think of them,
Therefore
They come into being.
So am I a god?
To create flesh is one thing
But I create souls.
A master of minds
who cannot control his own.
Birds with wings of frayed thread
Flap past in a futile manner.
My birds. My thoughts.
Come back to me so I can remember.















Comments
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i dont have a signature.
deny the evidnce of you eyes
if you will.
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The end that never comes is torture to those who wait.
*RawEm0tion
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