(no subject)
Standing their oblivious to the current reality. Numb to being stripped bare. Falling prey to the inward view painted on the over encompassing and mono toned canvas that is the inappropriately blurred dusk. Weakened by an instant of self awareness, strengthened by the anxiety. Writing to expose a moment of forceful translucence yet failing as if to become unbecoming to the truth of it.
My freedom is only represented to me in the form of the yellow lines that flow towards and through me. I am transparent in my existence, only sustained by the independent and unwavering direction I take.
My freedom is only represented to me in the form of the yellow lines that flow towards and through me. I am transparent in my existence, only sustained by the independent and unwavering direction I take.