mental fermentation

[arethinn]

Words all stuck. Feel like there are lots of things to say and describe but all I ever get is tiny phrases that don't seem to be enough to bother saying. Having trouble articulating certain perceptions, partly because the perceptions themselves are so fleeting and ghostly. (it's astounding.. time is fleeting...)

painting shadows on my face
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swallowing the starlight
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the hiss of the serpent in the shake of the leaves
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the coiling around the tree, the crowning with stars
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white roads below
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a power of red and gold
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welcoming the spirits
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