Art by: Liam Mather
This world we call home, is benevolent, so I am homeless, at ease, because being lost is where I find eloquence, roses and bees. I could never be lonely, there is no such thing as nothing. This pain is percussion, my mind is in plummet. I feel prosperity, so I refuse destruction. I am in battle, invested in evolution. There is revenge, music. Every minute, is revolution. Conflict, is conquest. In silence, I find knowledge. I am lost in my galaxy, searching the stars. This life is a painting, swirling, expanding, burning in heart. This is my canvas, my damage. This world is our home, But my soul has it’s own planet. This world has a lot to offer, if you listen. It is more, than an incision. In the holocron of pain, you will find a vision. The spirit of mind, has the power of extinction. How could I ever be lonely? I have my own universe to destroy. How could I ever be lonely? Where there is nothing, I find the most noise. I drown in thought, emotion, but it is not death Prosperity in passion, love in sex, Poetry from pain, beginnings in end. How could I ever be lonely? I pass the herb to my other hand, How could I ever be lonely? My aurora is it’s own planet, it’s own motherland. This is an intrinsic dream, and you are a dream becoming true. Every moment is an image, and something new. How could I ever be lonely?
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