self-exploration
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They say, you can't live without it,
You can not see it,
You can feel it,
It is in the rising of the sun,
It is in the painting os the sky with stars,
It is in you, it is in me,
I hear the music play:
A loud chorus, a strong voice. Funnily enough, I am the chorus;But I am the strong voice too?
I am wandering down a river bed
Without a map in my hand
Or a plan thought up
I saw the water drifting and
Floated along with it
Sometimes our attempts to escape reality
Ink flowing, forming into images of many meanings,
Were never meant for someone as I.
The liquid never seemed appealing
As its grotesque limbs crawled into the cracks on my skin,
Zero Hour, 9AM.
The ground rushes away from us at untold speed!
Atop this giant rocket-propelled bullet we lift from the very sky itself!
First stage disengaged!
Here we are sharing the recliner.My parents sitting on the adjacent couch.Not giving the slightest notice of the teasing battle taking place.I won’t apologise for initiating it.Your thighs are too cute to resist.
Greetings!
We, aliens, come in peace!
My name is StarGirl777, but you can call me StarGirl.
