Divinity in tranquility.
Trivial life, found in the obvious.
What happens when we're lost
in the bloched up chaos of living?
Tired of life.
No longer wanting fun.
No longer wanting work.
No longer wanting music or art.
Do we fade into oblivion?
Or simply mesh
with the monotinous sheets of life?
To no longer exist
as we feel it is.
Or is it as we feel?
Feel me,
feel you.
Still living.
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