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BBLUR BLUR LUR
my vision, blurred by the water— die for it, kill for it— flow before my eyes, as long as it’s mine.
the light grows faint, eternal euphoria fabricated, consumed by inevitable.
“It’s never enough,” in
Grasping for nothing ahead— it can't die this time.
Consciousness is the science to the art of your imagination geometry is the solution to the waves they crash in peaks on the valleys of immortality
Water moves freely with no boundaries.
How deep does it go?
We still float. Sound surrounds you; engulfs you.
The only thing that confines water is the vessel in which it is held. Water adapts and conforms to its environment: its worst quality, but also its best.
