

a fading lightmy eyes are tired my lids are heavy i fear to fall into an eternal slumber into an inescapable grave of expectations and deadlines....a fading light
My existence is bound to
this desk this page this artificial light
This light is to guide my motivation an artificia


those inner illustrationswords slung on a page are lost in the regulations and expectations of this world. clear words create facts create knowledge rise with the turn of the tidethose inner illustrations
and fade away when the chaos starts to call.
Time binds the expressions of our being
both thoughts and that untouchable, undefined release from what we cannot utter what your breathe cannot express what i dare not confrount
For it is the illustrations of my being which remain. washed upon a page, cascading from that unexplored region bursting forth from within and melting into
a script from which
welcome
Jake
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