confusion, delusion, illusion, fake reality along existence.
Dots lining the stars or lining our thoughts between an eternal void of blackness.
Souls travelling through dimensions searching for intention. They end up sinking on the look of redemption.
Another night sleeping stuck inbetween, am I trapped in a repetitive siege or am I feeling the bless of being. My thoughts keep asking me to cheer, and my brain clicks on repeat.
blabbering in the night and no means to shatter any deflections.
I am just gonna leave this here and close my eyes for another sweet dreams.
good night
©zacki_fly
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