Seasonswhy ask about seasons inside body.As synopsis of reflections squirm through measure of time some losses remain at mercy of limbo, catapulted back from memory juxtaposed to liminal space what is it to identify restive sunsets coterminous to outlasted voice with symbolic breaths how easy is to walk beneath mushroom years play of manifold titles with blanks with alcoholised scripts of undissolved remorse what's left behind half-awoken goneness.A body forged to a sentence with translations of apology on balance of convenience oxidized love scraped stays longer inside nails and where the universe creases wears laundry of angles wrapping accused equations of some essential din,a caricature buckled up for existence Tell them if not you Tell them if not you the language obliterating inside gamma solitude loses body for words shed photons plucked from places i saw you punching sunsets polymerizing love no one understands episodes of memory keep filling void inside chest- bones timeslots duplicated by shapes of our mixed definitions a way of disclosure,from world limited to folded thoughtshades of isolation somewhere on abated reciprocals of preformed hopes, i am absorbed by everything pathetic lacking exit doors. Loneliness is a transparent narrow opening consuming everything Merge
While we retouch concepts of love metaphors for burnt silence stand defaced between gravity of balancing acts on some dusks we wish to leave this heaviness behind our bodies are photons reaching for last transparent life wall a journey indestructible till time plumbs mortality inside bones if someday our shadows rebound from congruent handful skies we shall then merge like secrets of mist origins.Unpack history on autumn leaf lines ,aware of echoes like balloons pushed down there's always a wait on insides.An urge to rebuilt shapes from addled equations Lying unsolved in language with green wounds.Forgetting pulse of the void ,mills on deranged pronunciations
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