To fall away from nothing
To fall into the breeze
To feel the tangles twisting
To open up and scream
To a river that runs like a never ending fall
To a vortex of colors, sounds and feels
To a sight that won't come no matter how many incisions you make.
To spin in a twisted world where nothing is real
To the one who makes it real
To the giver of life
To a fresh breath of air
To make the surgeries stop
To the ending of display, the film of your life
To a good way, everything just got bright
To the ending of the thought process of 'where do i belong? '
to the beginning of one saying 'this is not your fault'
To the one who never dies
To a beat that never ends
To the coeur that's inside me
To the death, there is no end
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