Oblivious soul
To look at the sky and notice the gradients rather than just saying that it's blue how I wish to be a soul back then becoming mesmerized by a candle with nothing left for me to do looking up at the clouds being able to tell a story rather than just noticing a shape looking at it with face value instead of noticing an allegory I wish to see everything around me not with subconsciousness or oblivion but to be the pilot of my mind steering it in different directions flying it through the dark clouds so I could see new things
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