The sky forgot its color.
I keep driving,
but the exit signs
laugh in reverse.
I traded a pulse
for pixelated promises.
Maps loop.
Time folds.
Hope...
infinite.
I’m not lost...
just out of directions.
Artist
spellamin
Reality
NIL
The sky forgot its color.
I keep driving,
but the exit signs
laugh in reverse.
I traded a pulse
for pixelated promises.
Maps loop.
Time folds.
Hope...
infinite.
I’m not lost...
just out of directions.
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