Random Ramblings 8
A chaotic play with words
Their brain feels like an astronaut that’s let go of the rope — they are blinded by the distance — no world is shown — the blue is dead. As a cape raps around their shoulders, they try and fly — gravity is not alive this sky.
To whom they look for is not a true-physical form; their hero from within howls nothing but reform: “you must come out of this fantasy…