Burning for a place.
Flames, passion intensify.
Dire coal or sad ash?
Large swells of madness,
shower the calm of wisdom.
Awareness, wasteful.
Is this ground or floor?
Viney attempts to grow strong,
forest of no one.
Singing air cuts me.
Whispers want recognition.
These words blow away.
About the Creator
Apollo Derülo
Wayward adventurist trying to make sense of this mad existence. Using creativity to tress the constructs of his reality.
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