Random Ramblings 8

A chaotic play with words

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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…

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Aiden Riley

Aiden Riley

I deliver my opinions on society, culture, psychology, mental health and more. I also write poetry. Email me here for a chat or a gig: Riley_writes@outlook.com

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