triphenethyline

i heard of the anti-form of a super-modulated personality.
passing down every form of antisocial coffee shop.
there were twice as much times to hunt down myself at an abandoned designated corner.
but i'd rather settle in the essence of my soul,
to infinity.
i'd be a substantial amount of echo,
to the breathing cave.
searching equilibrium throughout;
why and the how's of an old one way soul,
trying the frustrating.
and the prominence.
i'll choose to be the kite runner,
running aimlessly,
only guided by the winds of his wings.
or the soles of his design.