The banal, a life unimpressive. Gravitation projected towards a new life beginning. A Blossom. The gravy, poured over the meat of unmet life potentials.
There was simply nothing less and I am simply nothing. Why not allow the dregs of adrenaline; a Demonic pulse of this 'psychodrive' as to over-take in anxiety's rush?
A schizophrenic sparrow's [and swallow's] percision of hyper-drive flight!? Casting away [far away] the wrongs and the rights [in ritual].
Moving, outside of time and tempo. The solution stands in ruin no less. I am the one, the unseen Sun who does not respect democracy in uniform congruence; an action [potential].
Stay Awake Always!
Just Fuckin' Do
Stellarmass13
A Drunken [Pooper-]Stuper