I am riddled by sheer curiosity, ancient worlds clash with known terminology. Fluent electricity is the static hiss that encompasses disinterest. The resolution is a fabrication of what is essentially mind elation. Emancipate me from exception and pure saturation, the intensity sets it free.
I’m troubled by sheer curiosity, was it the beast of fear driving me ever so closer, the electromagnetic static that encompassed all that I had? Insanity gave me the advantage of walking parallel from where I once fell. Stop and make a note, two minds collectively gave data, understood faster in the presence of a father.
I am disadvantaged by sheer curiosity. If I hadn’t envisioned it in person, I wouldn’t have been able to journalise it so well. Multi formats left me ecstatic that it wasn’t me who was erratic. This situational disinterest was responsible for the hissing static leaving it quite emphatic that the contribution given was nothing more than an emotional war, bow to their insidious law.
I am overwhelmed by sheer curiosity, words I was told, defending my integrity from a meticulous fabrication of time, making my words not seem so fine. Broken bone by bone, limb from limb, reality an exception that deep down I know. Statistically speaking, it falls into the abyss of the electronic hiss, parallel to a tether of situational pleasure.
I’m driven by sheer curiously, that emphatically determined decisions were driving me ever so closer to the flames, destroying my feathers for flight. Was this destined for me, never again to float in the heavenly sea? Collectively I fail to see why my life shall leave me grounded in fear. Leaving me to march throughout the night and with each step forward, I emerge slowly from the light.