Stepping back, back, back, until my back hit the wall.
I’ll disappear, if not withdraw.
Stepping back, back, back, until my back hit the wall.
I’ll disappear, if not withdraw.
Annihilation, that makes one question, is the self intact at all? 🫧
The biodome of authenticity condemns you.
Once you step inside, it skews your view.
I’m just lingering here, wondering what’s next?
Uncanny the way it sounds real, looks real, feels real, but it is not real. Phantasmagoria galore.
Please, no more.