A long scroll across the internet surface sweeping pass the post
The figures not calculated in the long span of documented human thought.
The journey never taken is the one you dream about
Falling asleep to awaken in yesterday repeating.
Nothing more can be discussed on this topic manifested from the immaculate sun
The falling star behind where you are looking. (An Omen)
What does the post even mean if no ones eyes can plaster the screen with mystery
My discovery of human cells that can cause everyone to wonder about the now.
The cookie can crumble peacefully
Not allowing it to crumble or even worse allowing it to crumble in the dark.