• in_fragments 23w

    There's a power that sleeps in all of us.
    It awakens in desolation,
    and grows out of chaos, forever on the cusp of a thousand transformations.
    It is a voice, the unadulterated ideas
    conceived by our bursting minds.

    The collective consciousness
    will try to asphyxiate it,
    and will succeed in too many cases.

    The lucky ones, we know,
    the strongest hands can't wring our hearts dry,
    and our voices will always be our own.
    ©in_fragments