Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Where the Deemed Unfit for Society Reside --by Bella

Come away with me, Love

Where the Wild Things Are

Where we can Be, barefoot and Free

Our clothes can shrink because our minds will grow, instinct will keep us alive


Unfurl your fists, Beauty
There is nothing left to fight

Soften your grip on perception for a while, Forever
It’s real this Time

Think outside the cardboard box, take it with you and play.
Remember the nights we pretended to be where we are.

We are NowHere.

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