I’m in need of stitches. The wound in my heart is a gaping hole, and life blew it into shape. My soul needs morphine, because the pain I feel is a vortex into reality’s intro. It says, “Hey! Welcome to the what-is-really-is and is really happening to you, because it is. By the way, you …
The sound of light.
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