
rebuttal.
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read
Questions arising within my mental. Second guessing connections, such as your transparency.
Rushed thoughts, alien to ones routine, soak into me. Such as a trans one can not become away from.
Synapses controlled by motionless emotion.
The stillness of the hour grasps my mind as I clutch onto such an artwork.
With all genuity, a spontaneous merge of knowledge and growth, fuse and intertwine with one another.
The outcome, an emergence of a fruitful array of undefined irregularities that transpires as beauty.
Timeless feeling, timeless touch, timeless growth.
