collectiveconsciousness
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Some days I sit on my porch
And stare at my galloping
Thoughts and imaginations
Then it hits me
That singularity log pure consciousnesses ,
A moment of unbridled joy
Fierce yet tranquil
I'm tired of people being so ugly inside but put a fake smile on their face. I'm tired of the social media rat race to prove to everyone you're so fucking great.
She’s from the Earth
Where life and death are very old companions
Perpetually in a push-pull conversation
Where death is constantly on the run
