Liquid Sunshine

Fast forwarding, Catatonic movementsSlow motions, rewinding times scapeMy mind is, made out of, razorbladesDeciphering, each cuttings depths——-I was wondering, upon a rainbows edgeWhile clouds, were slowly drifting byCasually dancing, upon

If I died today, what would you findIf I lied today, would you still be kindIf I tried today, would I succeedIf I denied you, would you be true

Stop admiring, complexities of one treeYou’ll see the entirety, within the floras—Stop focusing, on the pebbles tumblingsYou’ll hear, the shattered shells chimings—Stop wishing upon, that one staried lightYou’ll find, a