And as I awoke to the wind and the cold 
I felt the impact of my dismay 
I shot up in terror, in hope, my desperations 
Taking a hold of the reigns 
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Goes the sound of my chest, 
I trip over my feet at the beat of my distress, 
Was this soil of which god himself rests? 
Had the hand of death finally gotten the best 
Of me? Of little old me, he who was sought to be a savior of thee
Of me, of a trembling me, sent to this realm 
With what to believe? I don't know! 
Was this a sign, was this a test? 
The coattails of a sovereignty ascended, 
Had I left behind my flesh? I don't know! 
For miles I was surrounded by fields, 
The golden sun beaming as each blade of life kneeled, 
The quality of receptivity blinding brightly in reveal, 
Ichor of new life, my wonder becoming unconcealed
I stepped forward into the grass, 
The bowing membrane, servants of the vast 
Unknown, dragging with me their tide
"So onward I'll run, till I reach the light"
Crimson tentacles rooted beneath the soils, 
The boundless observers blooming tendrils, uncoiled
Their presence oddly familiar, 
Refractive dormant voiles of nomadic ideology, 
Could they sense my turmoil?  
Yes, yes, yet they remain watching and still
My boots carving through the blades as I ran down that hill
The ringing in my ears devoured me, shrill
New world revelation, prophecy of none to be fulfilled!

Soils Unknown / Atnor, Eastern Wetlands

are you looking for @isadores-dream-gallery ?

might be a fan of music idk

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Still sucks and struggling on making music
drawing artist and animator

I write a bipolar collection of musical doodles so that I am not depressed.

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