Stumbling into the paradigm shifted my dream as the dust laden night collapsed before my eyes.
"YOU" The sky called from the most distant of cosmic socialist. "There is surely more in this world than your clouded mind!"
And with that the sky shook. My view of the world: gone; this love is merely warm. The barely visible thoughts of a shambled man are that remain in the exported happiness of the lost generation. This is reality and it is all we have to see.
So, the clouds descend into the transcending mind... and... and... that was it. The mystic nature was my dream. The love merely a theme. And our time... the biggest crime.
Yet, The world still isn't clear.
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