Morphed Musings
Winding vivid menagerie of thoughts unscathed from the clutches of invariance...
Wretched souls redeeming themselves in inconsequential struggles of worldly illusions.
Breathe to die, live to resurrect.
Conscience wandering on a warpath.
Copulate to clone. Inherit to lose to the myriad of fickle sanity.
Trying to find meaning where none exists.
Void makes us whole.
Shallow is the new character. Manipulation the new substance.
Emoting what can no longer be felt.
2 comments:
I like the nice play with oxymoron-like words.
But when I think about what you've written, I think th extremes can coexist, fitting in like a surprisingly simple jigsaw.
I find the words, I can't find the voice...
Trying to find meaning where none needs to exist... :)
Shallow is the new character. Manipulation the new substance. - Lovely.
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