Lateral thinking . Outside the box.
More than tan cardboard and rough edges.
Parallel against one another.
Concrete versus abstract, the ebbs and flows of life.
The seekers of destiny, of morality.
Binging and purging because so little makes sense.
A huge conglomerate of nothingness.
Empty dank searing corners.
No one understands.
So much more to behold.
Transfixed upon the mysteries of life.
The dooms and the glooms. The joys and the sorrows.
Cold, calculating, yet soft and fluid.
Abstract. One who sees beyond the lines, the edges, the years.
Tis it a blessing or a curse?