Rhiannon
Bluelighter
Reality sets in. Again.
One forgets at times that one actually exists.
That'd be nice.
To not exist.
When everything becomes distant and two dimensional...
If that were reality...
There would be no such thing.
An incredible contradiction.
Perception begets diversity.
My mind fades away from the Renaissance,
and into the world of my Love and my Hate.
Divulging into these obsessions would cause digression.
But I love my immortal Love,
And he pries me away from this corporeal existence.
Fade back into the Renaissance.
Blinking, slowly, this dimension sets in.
Lost.
Dazed.
Confused.
Nothing makes sense
in my mind.
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One forgets at times that one actually exists.
That'd be nice.
To not exist.
When everything becomes distant and two dimensional...
If that were reality...
There would be no such thing.
An incredible contradiction.
Perception begets diversity.
My mind fades away from the Renaissance,
and into the world of my Love and my Hate.
Divulging into these obsessions would cause digression.
But I love my immortal Love,
And he pries me away from this corporeal existence.
Fade back into the Renaissance.
Blinking, slowly, this dimension sets in.
Lost.
Dazed.
Confused.
Nothing makes sense
in my mind.
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