Run to this ryhythm,
Everything is free form,
Everything is water, light, and air,
We never really touch the ground,
Don’t let the rest of it bring you down.

writer | écrivain | ékwiven
Run to this ryhythm,
Everything is free form,
Everything is water, light, and air,
We never really touch the ground,
Don’t let the rest of it bring you down.
Breakfast
Writing
You
Here, yet not really here.
don’t you miss getting piss-drunk in the evenings, then losing your mind to delirium?
inside/outside of reality at the same time.
did any of it mean anything,
if we were simply swimming in between increased serotonin and neutrality?
all of those choices…
what if the sea was empty?
and the sky, the land, every memory – all part of a vast dream?
je pense, donc je suis.
take cover, take a credit,
take it one step at a time.
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