Stream of Consciousness
Pantheon of Self
did you know when you sit long enough, stare hard enough at one singular vision, out the window, the trees, the meadow or that spider scaling the wall, the world melts away, gradually quietly and all that remains is the feeling of losing one's sense of direction or being.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The state the view
She stood in there without an aim purely freely as She felt that day without obligations and any heaviness or pain almost in a drunken state without any tension but there was never a drink in there the horizon seemed like a land of everything
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
