Always stellar rhymes with @nabella! Try cellulites if you're hella cold. Or sell your soul to the Devil and dwell on life as a centerfold. We're driven by fuel forever, be that fumes or propellers, or inspiration. Can't sell this intense sense of information!

Illumination. My room's irradiated with near infra-red light: It stings your eyes but kills all things that sicken or give you a sense of feeling dead inside. On the brink of dusk and autumn all woes begotten. So we can keep on clocking in here everyday and rocking. Let's go..

Though note: The actual submission isn't really half as intense as this prose ^. Maybe enlightening though. A brief sojourn into a mind with a slow burn, maybe 0.1% as wise as an old fern. Yo turn: Yo @nabella! Appreciate the beat. ;)

Anticipation like a buyer/seller. I shall try to write and settle. In peace.

Lyrics: https://cyberd.org/inktober-12-anticipation-lyrics.html