For the inadequate voodoo children falling into the rabbit hole of confusion, is there light at the end of the tunnel?
I can see the carbon based objects floating in antigravitational delirium tremens.
The inner world is a labyrinth in which the minotaur thrives on the blood of fear and indecision.
Cycles are constantly trapping me in the mystery of the enigmatic origin of the body. The companion of destiny that reflects bizarre and uncontrolable imagery of the soul.
Psychic experiences deviate me from what consensual reality has deemed comic tragedy within the endless plasma of absurdity.
Promise of change and hope within the pain of the world; clothes overs masks of transitory personas with which I can no longer identify.
Fragments in decomposition of what we once were...
A circle of hands holding onto the last drops of heartfelt fusion.
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:)minha querida bloguista :)
há luz ao fundo do tunel se não for a do sol será a da lua :)
a vida é feita de absurdos e de equivocos ...
Há de encontrar pessoas a quem lhe apeteça dar a mão ... :)e formar os seus próprios circulos :))))
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