Going home is as if departing for a separate dimension.
A parallel world cloned from the beginning of one's existence, with the power of creation through imagination.
The two world fuses.
Rules and regulations bind me down.
Taking me away from the "evil" ways.
Often unsaid, unspoken, nor written;
These forces ward off the bad,
When the good come to pray.
Vagueness erupts from mine thoughtful mind,
Flushing sense away from mine life.
The abstraction of mine purity,
The refined act of passing through.
What is a line, if a line isn't straight?
Erratic Behaviour
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