O B L I V I O N
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O B L I V I O N
A place inside our darkest minds. The wind singing of lost memories and mirrored illusions.
Ghosts like voices inside myself. Trying to hear my own voice in the depth of a millions lost souls.
I can’t resist. My body passing over to this other world. What is this world surrounding me? Is it even real?
Dreaming of forgotten fairytales. The sky painted in light.
Dancing in the sheer light of the morning sun. Hiding in a sea of white blossoms.
Nature evolving inside me. Taking me over.
And I’m reborn in the bosom of the oldest tree.
Forgotten and forever preserved inside it’s humble roots.
