Fallen to vague depths between a labyrinth of printed words.
A collector of empty parchment yet soon to be filled with dark meaning and black lines. Each letter holds no end as I become lost in their standing maze.
With silent hope for the next to be its final pause, my printed thoughts only to cascade.
Walking through a valley of thoughts.
Dancing images are frozen in time…these painted dreams of mine. Dreams that are only meant to be dreamt by the lost of the lost. Follow the path of this ink spelled line captured on this parchment of mine. Its spelled has be cast in its fallen time.
A collector of empty parchment yet soon to be filled with dark meaning and black lines. Each letter holds no end as I become lost in their standing maze.
With silent hope for the next to be its final pause, my printed thoughts only to cascade.
Walking through a valley of thoughts.
Dancing images are frozen in time…these painted dreams of mine. Dreams that are only meant to be dreamt by the lost of the lost. Follow the path of this ink spelled line captured on this parchment of mine. Its spelled has be cast in its fallen time.
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