Walking through time, contemplating thoughts, faceless figures of poetic shots pass me by, get me high. Stimulating my creative cavity, I often practice the art of think....
and sink into the depths of reason.
It takes me away, but to a territory I DO KNOW
so I can never get lost in thought but just kept hidden in my secret spot.
Thoughts fill my brain, I try to maintain in the quiescence atmosphere,
no one there.
The syllables of the words poetic nothings call to me through the silence in which my soul indulges and casts that western score enchanting me.
Thoughts bring me peace.
Some of the time.
Right now... I'm fine.
Artist: Nujabes
Album: Second Collection
Genre: Hip Hop
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