[505] Running Out of Time

The time collector is here⁣to judge your internal lives⁣and your meditations about ⁣love and its mysteries to keep⁣the jaded modern spirit alive⁣⁣The mountains echo with⁣your regrets, your face⁣melts as a volcanic spillage⁣You want to fall out of time⁣but the time collector is here⁣⁣Fragmented self and a life⁣full of paradigm shifts ⁣The internal image of you⁣is [...]

[504] Where Art Thou, Muse?

my muse, in exile⁣⁣⁣broken, without you here⁣⁣⁣Idealess, I lay in wake⁣⁣⁣my shadows, they fade away⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣my muse, in exile⁣⁣⁣can I live, for another day⁣⁣⁣rekindle my passion, over pretension⁣⁣⁣symbolic dreaming, over monochrome living⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣my muse now sits with me⁣⁣⁣an ocean of words floats upstream⁣⁣⁣I have no use of anxiety when⁣⁣⁣my muse, she sits with me —- Art by [...]

[503] We Are Who We Are

A network of riversflowing into an oceanicblack hole information overloadThe tip of the iceberg is the opticsof trying to save the planetbut really destroying it because ofgreed, short sightedness andjust being human

[502] The End of A Recurring End

The world of me ⁣⁣is still being born⁣⁣Stillborn ideas ⁣⁣and a guilty bond⁣⁣My tragedy is visible ⁣⁣only to those who⁣⁣come alive in the⁣⁣the absence⁣⁣of chaos ⁣⁣while its cunning children⁣⁣wreck havoc in me with ⁣⁣a smile⁣⁣⁣⁣I never live an ideal day⁣⁣yet its hope kills me every day⁣⁣I always wind up waiting for her⁣⁣even if her wings [...]