A mansion inside of their CHANDELIER minds.

They seek TOBE utilised and utterly opened now to interpreting everything that we cannot tend to perceive— they took their minds and FIND: it all

A little bit…. undeniably antagonised. In a good way. The best, indeed. They were playing with their state of infiltrated brain to see and HOW’S about say::

“What we feel and it isn’t all that Starryeyed anymore although—

There’s been this livid seething leverage fromWithin their broken back together BODIES.” And they don’t even want to wait and listen to another ten thousandth term of ‘dystopian’ instance again.

We can write til our minds turn white.. that blameless blanket of BLANKNESS ACTUALLY. “they didn’t TwIst their fight~of~fist anymore than we did

Place a flower downUPon her birthday of Grave. When their brave nature STOOD old and alone with its own sentences, (its) OWNterms of utter

enDEARment, even if the starkness of juxtaposition IS screaming: “when it’s not about being loud but for” —->>

A different level of understood understanding That Beats At ThE InSiDeS of HeR WiLdly mind