death is the road to awe

[morose_autumn]

life. notice the texture of your skin. on your hands. black grime under your finger nails. what is felt beyond the tips of your finger tips? the walls become the clouds, and then the stars, and the void of space. feet are cold. an orchestra of four. traveling beyond self, to see self. sculptures on the shelf. the sun on the horizon.

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[scribbledtruth]

hugs?

[morose_autumn]

woot

[scribbledtruth]

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