we are born in a machine we don't understand
to live in a world we don't recognize
to live in a world we don't recognize
the feeling is that my feet is slippery and the floor is muddy
there's nothing to grab on no branches, no rocks, nothing
and the water is too deep
there's nothing to grab on no branches, no rocks, nothing
and the water is too deep
i'm having dreams where i don't stop falling and it's endless until my mind can't take it anymore and i wake up
Forwarded from Lᴀᴄᴜɴᴀ
talking to myself out loud and disagreeing with myself every now and then so that the spirits lingering in the cold corners of my room don't accuse me of monolithic thinking
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