Lack of Perspective

The music chart traduced into a foreign language, my eyes became overwhelmed by the naked night sky. I could not comprehend my vision, the clouds were free-trading without caution and I felt like a kite searching for a hand.

The hormonal wind evaporated my footsteps and swayed my thoughts against the fence, I attempted to out pace the leaves but my energy was a chain too small.

Ideas vibrated within second sources, I tried to saturate my consciousness but my eyes resembled a broken mirror. The world has never look so out of place. The stars conceal all consequences, but the scars are deep, they're so visible and they sting.

My heart scrolls between the cracks and finds a dislocated bimodal horizon. Paths are clashed and compromise drowns in the figure of despair. Addicted to the chase-thrill, the wind whispers and tilts down the right side of the scale. Egoistic cables are plugged in today's society but my pulse lacks receptors in the larynx.

As I stood still against the wind in the moonless darkness, I never felt so insignificant. My thoughts washed away the night and the stars turned out their search-lights. The silence overpowered me and I slipped into an eight-hour coma.