giant flowers bloom,
in the dark skyline,
painting vibrant sparks,
against a canvas called night.
as i stare at the falling petals,
their promising glow,
they vanish—
swallowed by the sea below.
my hands fruitlessly stretch out—
yet with feet anchored by sand,
i can only passively wait...
for sparks of joy to materialize again.
the cursor sneers at me, dancing, flickering, nictitating, doing anything but p r o g r ...
One moment there are flashing lights, Cars drive away, No one hears me screaming, There’s no one in the world for me No one else asking,...
In the straying of my days, I dwell, Seeking something to break the spell. Then, a spark, a glimmer in the haze, A new hobby, a promising...
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