sometimes i like to think that thoughts we lose take trains which derailed long before their time, and travel to far-off destinations like the backs of our throats; taking precarious steps back from the tips of our tongues as though they wish never to be spoken - only to be lost in the childish rasps and whispers that escape in stutters as we fumble for words that hide behind tonsils swinging like pendulums, tick-tocking like clocks that count down the time we have left until we find ourselves lost for words.
Tuesday, December 23
words !
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2 comments:
yikkeess!
too many words =$
my head can't understand this level =P
nice though!
This is... deep!
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