In those brief moments when the stars speak and the universe whispers of some greater purpose, we stand on the edge of something different and we feel it coursing through our veins, changing us and shaping us. We feel ourselves come alive. The sheer novelty of it dulling the pain of reality. We lose ourselves in the great realms of our minds and we give ourselves over to our senses. and we feel.
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Iridescence
PoetryA compilation of the things I do when I can't sleep i.e. listen to music and try to write poetry and epigrams and shit
