Incoming Cerebral Overdrive
Seasons
Vibrations cross me, let tremble my immobile body, as a relief of a stable distress. Frozen emotions, already illusions, are a painting's frame made of blood and flesh. Magnificent sleep embraces my shape. Disappear: Imaginary of life, hope of stability, touched figures, soul and body, Tears include utopias, creeds and known affections. Like seasons, my rhythmic swinging between the warm and the cold produces natural frictions, that make me feel alive but eternally crammed and tired And so... ...I left what I created.
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