Sound
Shards of broken glass, tempered, laying wasteful. Solitude, that stares the eye of broken madness, calm is a layman’s term, nothing really ever subsides. Serenity and serendipity, stupidity that mocks in waves, clockwork strikes, sounds of the gavel of symbolic awakening, the dream poses at the entrance, rises like a phoenix, poetic, tragic and asunder. Schematical in nature, philosophical in the past, connected to an eternal sense of disconnection, logging to exist. Source the words, for the words are the meaning and the words have the choice, to give power or enslave, for are we but meaningless truants or rebellious spirits, that dance, boundless, in waves of apathy. Scope the excuse, asking of forgiveness, when guilt is nye existent. Symmetry, obtuse angles, askew views, definition that puzzles, mathematicians will argue for reason, defined, definitive “existence is explained, logic is perfect”. Silence, a sleeplessness that lingers, a void of reason that fails, frivolous, unforgiv...