Searching will uncover more strangers. Time belts around my waist shrinking the scale; I wish to refrain from viewing bouncing numbers flowing out of fingering mouths. How am I not whom remembers this person questioning familiarity every moment?
Faces change from flesh to synthetic, an act of demeanor the undercover world silently, wordlessly whispers theory slipping ideas causing my dreams to collapse into tireless sheets.
Reminiscing foolishness, reaction to situation, reasonable for most; perhaps I should be advanced. Survival now a fortitude of shelter as I gather steps configuring a staircase to Uranus madness, power of consciousness, cosmic neuroticism of an unknown knower.
Feeling my passion's presence drawing nearer changes colors within from grey to blue. When she is distant my blood channels opposite directions from my heart; I suffer this anguish to the point of no return.
Names beget imitation; blame is no comfort yet comes when I embody personal sadness. Time is conceit of appearance; dungeon of the worst which becomes of myself.
Drifting mental pictures of stillness proves another me.
Man inside a castle of physical tests, living inside dying worlds, battling questions without answers driving him mad.
What it is to be ordinary possibly the worst experience for any human; nobody is plain and simple.
Holding onto memories make him weaker while searching for pieces of the self that might fit together.
Calculating mental intervals defies clocks contemplating this missing person trapped inside.
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