Thrum and bass vibrates in my bones. The shockwaves remind me of hubris and loss. Of the sharp and endless fall after the arrogance of staring into my own reflection too long without criticism.
I'm given a second chance to build a stained-glass world. It feels undeserved; I feel unworthy.
But maybe hundreds of entries, and hours of dissection, disagree with the confluence of karma.
11:32 p.m. - 2015-06-17
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