The Stochastic Dissonance · June 2025

SPIRAL

It gets so cold hereIm sitting in the crowdSurrounded with laughters

But what froze me wasThe dark blue warm sweaterDancing flame in sight

I guess its a never ending spiralI kept falling deep and deeper

The floral patternsThe black adornerAnd the blue layers

How long has it beenSince the butterfly flies byWas it three days agoOr five years behind

Its agonizing pullStokastic desires that pushIt's drowning me adeepPast event horizon

So now what is nextHaunted by afterimageA foreshadowed path

My heart turned warmBut then another blizzardSpiraled me a tundra

I guess its a never ending spiralI kept falling deep and deeper

The bright sunflowersThe blue denimsAnd the red layers

How long has it beenSince the butterfly flies byWas it three days agoOr five years behind

Its agonizing pullStokastic desires that pushIt's drowning me adeepPast event horizon

Like an addictionThe desired to be meltedWith a burning memoriesAblaze with the past

Its a chain reactionConnected dreams that wants to escapeForming a realityPass event horizon