Contemplation
Impassive water spreads the width of human point of view.
Heat beats down upon my parched body, it strengthens and bares its wrath upon me...to the point where I can bare no longer.
Large billowing sheets catch in the wind; puff with pride as they lead their boom-baring captors around.
A mother, encourages her child to spell as they stroll around the balmy afternoon.
Sheer materials (silken and breathing) clad toned bodies as arms rise and fall in time with quickening feet.
Snatches of conversation loiter behind, at every turn of the winding path.
The headphones preech about forlorned love and volcanic activity.
-"What I give to you is just what I'm going through.
This is nothing new, just another phase (no,no)
Of finding what I really need is what makes me bleed..."
The unexplainable laughter finds more sense and meaning in this setting of infused lyric, infused image.
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