At The Window.At the window, there is an ascendance. The moon finds its wings. Illuminati to the sky, bathing among the stars. Transcending tones among the night, They all pale to the moon, lit white, in its coma.At The Window.
In my dull lit district, I find my heart is rising. Climbing through the emotion, I find my heart is rising. Exceeding I rise through the pupils around me, staring as I climb. They all falter below me, as I ascend among the stars. My heart has risen. Sadness has faded. I am happy on the moon.
X's.All that is inside me are x’s. No substances, just reflections of lone emotions amongst packs of drunken wolves. As I see the animals in their element, drinking, smoking, force feeding me my own hatred, I can’t help but feel companionless. I see myself as a sinner, remaining on my own. Their smoke breeds stupidity, their drink breeds immature love. I, standing sober, lungs vacant of their poison, find my way to a closeted space.X's.
As I move looking for a black hole to tide me, I felt a kindred spirit in my presence. Standing alone, I felt her dreams holding mine. Wishing away, out
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