Feels like I'm floating Time has no meaning My senses bombarded By sounds and visions From God-given receptors... Receptors for what exactly? This, among many things, I do not know. There to witness people Coming to and fro? The trees that blow In the wind? The snow? The passage of time For it's own sake? As I observe day turn to night It is all in my mind... I am deaf. I am blind.Birth sign: Pisces
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