• paradoxroutine 10w

    Hexagram in the sky

    It's just a matter of turning your head.
    Turning it up to the sky.
    So you need to spare me your reasoning.
    Because in the end.
    The universe means nothing to me.
    For I am already infinity.
    See the clouds slit before the mirrors edge.
    Scattered on shatter glass.
    For all to see.
    For all too be.
    All I see are the peices of me.
    Broken apart before infinity.