Float across a vast ocean of
precipitation. Count the layers of color in the sky. No, no need to
look back, back at the blurry past. Flies by you to quick to catch.
As my skin grows duller and my hair grows till there's nothing left I
see and hear a sparkling burst of air, gleaming stars in pursuit of
my world. Do I want those stars willowing towards me? I glare till
there is nothing there, nothing there at all...but oh, oh yes the
wall, the wall with no entrance nor exit. Forgive me for not opening
it up for you. I couldn't catch you after your fall. Crackle of the
wood rooftops that lay upon it shatter,and pitter patter as the sun
removes its existense. I can now walk through to the other side of
life. It is a sweet sight of nothing, nothing but a blur. No, no
don't look back! step forward figure out how many layers of color you
can count now.
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