Literature they say..
feeling experience of life from the past of another in their moments of ageing waves that covers the mind in playful parade
I walked in there too with my own experience of life maybe a bit of a ghost darkened to light with my soul
I never dream or walk the paradise
I take the now as the now
I feel I may even run when it's so intense and I can not just react
in fact they like to play these human games
and
I am becoming my reality out of them..
About the Creator
Darkos
Human : painter, digital art maker, sound composer, poet, writer, qigong healer & trainer
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Smartystan
Flags flew freely in the summer breeze. They consisted of a gray and white human brain against a black background. Scales of gold sat just overtop the image of the organ. The sun rose at just the zenith and shared its light and warmth with the attendees to one of the country-states’ greatest accomplishments: the graduation of two women who had been in a halfway house and found their passions for art design and communications. Mala and Sheltham looked on with sunglasses and cheered the graduates. With the knowledge they had months to go before being up on that stage, they looked at each other and grinned. After the ceremony, they walked into a pizza restaurant that fit their budgets.
By Skyler Saunders7 days ago in Chapters
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