slate shards and seashell shale tales; i find my way on the wayback of whale tails; dashboard daydreams may fail yet i stay sailing; lift the veil, loose illusions i’m derailing.
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Maybe I’ve become shale. Hidden beneath the bigger rocks. Flattened by time and life. It’s not a bad sounding word. Better than sludge. Shale I tell you my story? I bet you want to hear it.
slate shards and seashell shale tales; i find my way on the wayback of whale tails; dashboard daydreams may fail yet i stay sailing; lift the veil, loose illusions i’m derailing.
Maybe I’ve become shale. Hidden beneath the bigger rocks. Flattened by time and life. It’s not a bad sounding word. Better than sludge. Shale I tell you my story? I bet you want to hear it.
This is what I think my mind looks like. I think that I have a perfectly smooth foundation but then something happens and then… crack