In the corner of my eye, it wakes, stirs, contemplates, gravitates towards me. 
Gnashing with its force of existence, it flattens, pushes, compresses into my brain. 
It sees me for what I truly am, an energy, wading, lingering, expanding and contracting in the light of my existence. 
It has found me, starving, gripping, clinging, clenching onto a stagnant plane of reality. 
I am unsure of the legitimacy of its intention, I am unsure if it is a truth or the manifestation of a collective facade. 
It begs me to concentrate intensely, so I attempt to appease, yet I slowly drift into voids of space as my eyes travel forward and blur into a state of reversed motion, traveling.
With the softness of warm butter, it flows over, glides into place, takes up space. 
Gently, it claws, cutting, separating, exhausting itself.
A hushed voice resonates from its formation of dust and wax, morphing, it is a kaleidoscope of being.

Imscared

I am the dust, unnoticed yet I’m ever lingering, eavesdropping on the conversations that echo within.
I am listless, a passenger along the changing days of the world, observing the sways in the trees as wind pushes through. 
I am but a shadow, quiet yet I’m always in flux, stirring gently as the sun passes by.
I am nothing but an existence, flung into life, I merely accent the strong forms that shine in the light.
To be dust, I blanket, telling stories of age and times lost. 
To be listless, I see, watching the moments that pass me by and savoring them.
To be shadow, I contour, bringing depth to an otherwise static world.
To be existence, I am, a constant contributor to the universe, ever lingering.

Iamdust

It's got this extended lightness to it.  I feel it's former melody that is so familiar to my memory, but due to how it's being manipulated, exaggerated, elongated. It's as if you were to occupy a space, but when you move from the space it sorta sticks to you, it makes you hyper aware of the action of your motion through space. Elongation of time is unsettling, elongation of existence in a space it feels a little bit sticky.

Yet since nothing can be anything but this exact moment, an elongated moment is unsettling.

Elongatedmoments

Idon'twanttopoweronanymore

NopeIhatethis

kirbykillslightturner

Just a thing that came outta my brain when I thought of a cute anime VN girl

Cheerful Focus

Abyssopelagic Life Support

To all Laurants: please enjoy, I felt insulted that there was no Aramary era Sound Horizon on here. So enjoy it.

Rei