The silence of the mind letting go to hold onto things I cannot see This is the end of all things The slow dark descent into other things I can see less The moment the star sparks the light fills the void I feel leaves I see trees I know nothing beside me is real but this I swear the things I know have happened and the things I remember may happen again
Automatic Writing
Automatic Writing
Automatic Writing
The silence of the mind letting go to hold onto things I cannot see This is the end of all things The slow dark descent into other things I can see less The moment the star sparks the light fills the void I feel leaves I see trees I know nothing beside me is real but this I swear the things I know have happened and the things I remember may happen again