Hypnosis and Mysteriousness


Instantaneous instinct in the shadows of

My yesterday; the nostalgic scent sickens me.

What used to plunge my soul in hypnosis

Is now a long-lost, hurtful memory,

A reflection in which I've built immunity

To withstand subconsious's torture,

To stare through the flesh

As if I'm the overlord causing mayhem

When it's not the latter,

For it is shielded underneath the

Calm oceans of my sight.


Responsibilities provoke robotic demeanor-

Always the behavioral norms-

But life's mysteriousness summons the human,

The lively intent rainbowing these fantasies

Where obligations are replaced with free will,

Where fake smiles disspate with genuine laughter.

So surfaces distinctive fantastic and fabulous

Because nostalgia's hypnosis and life's mysteriousness

Are foiling forces competiting for the touch of the future,

Fighting for a final say in this relationship.



"My yesterday; the nostalgic scent sickens me." love

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