living dead

[legrandsommeil]

sinister beings lost in illusions of a distant happiness that's been molded from clay. trying to find our true selves, only by disguising who we're afraid we might be. yet we still hold on to what we've never wanted and fail to grasp the concept of change. searching for clarity, immune to such severity, but can still feel the pain. lying in the

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collapsed structure

[anonymous]

Clay molecules lay flat onto eachother leaving not so much room for air between the gaps. Such a solid mass is your oasis? Keep on diggin and you will surely find water or quicksand into something rushing you towards euphoria. Godspeed while you flee dearie.