Resonate
Shifting days like shifting sand falls through the hour glass. A subtle light falls across me, bringing out my hidden features. Wake up to a new consciousness, or be conscious of finally waking up? Where was I the whole time I was sleeping?
The dream lives on.
Coming closer to true self provides results. Suddenly the world is a much more vibrant place. Grime stains have been wiped from the sky. The sunlight breaks through and bathes the world that willingly receives it. The rest have their eyes shut, but the light still covers them.
Sweet taste sweeter and bitter is only a momentary aftertaste. The singing birds chirp the secret to bliss: Resonate.
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Become scarce, broken puppet. Your limp limbs have denied you life, though your severed strings offer freedom. Are you not satisfied?
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Become scarce, broken puppet. Your limp limbs have denied you life, though your severed strings offer freedom. Are you not satisfied?
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