via studdedhearts (this editorial is magical)
A jaded consciousness studded with throbbing impulse
To see in technicolor is to see miracles
Twisted ambition carries me further than my weary legs
If I could install a record player in my head, I would
Playing the music of my existence
How it collaborates with everyone else’s to make magic
Sometimes we have to fight to a considerable magnitude
With demons the result of incessant illusion
You cannot pin me down or I will bolt out of grasp
Did you ever think that maybe life is a dream?
I wrote this poem a while ago and thought it complimented the dream-like editorial nicely. I feel dazed just looking at the perfectly blurry photographs. It's a content daze, though.
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