The Bizarre Bukowski Palace

The dreamland of a closure set to every mind battle is much like screaming in an unfolding war where no matter how much you scream, the lost cause is obvious for many of the blind. Looking bizarre but in a war, every soldier is not really representing the land but mainly the continuity of a running mind. Moving pokémon, but the falling sky is one for all.

By the walk, you get to notice that the loss is beneath consideration. The wandering soldier, facing the world seeking change but a little man for the vast cosmic vague crowd is all alone after all. Holding weapon, tight, as how triggered for these framing your fingerprints. Of a sudden, something, or, someone, is spying poison but it's a death wish for what it feels. Touch the glass, green light for an upcoming twist.

The mind as it seems, is a walking machine, blending thoughts, manipulating the stereotypical framing process, and most importantly, glittering the overdose for a no-sleep potion. Resting the scene, the soldier is gambling against the waves where you are all a part of a world that is falling apart.

The Bukowski Palace is where heavens shatter for the drama everybody was never hoping to witness not even to live. The rusty gears, looking as bizarre as they were never meant to be. Soldier in position, but nobody to salute. Keep the wandering, there is always something we miss.