I’ve always had large, oddly circular, soil brown eyes. I like to think that it was my eyes that first gave me a true sense of grandeur about the unknown world, hungry eyes that swallowed the stars in the sky and on Earth, stars that revealed themselves to me as words.
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Bright Souls Within
The pressure of this mortal existence pins us down,
Under sagging skin,
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Its intoxicating airs bog down the eyelids,
Coat aspirations dusting away on the windowsill,
Extinguishes the flicker of life for the briefest of moments,
Sets the sands of the mind anew.
– Pihu J.
Thank The Sun
My senses are constantly overhelmed.
Music pumping through both ears, eyes enraptured by the digital glare, fingers ever-tapping.
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