Strange


Voices of reason

Voices of doubts

Whisper wars in me

A death of a certain reality

Strange mouths and stranger thoughts;

Seeds of borrowed stories

Grow in me.

Dancing clouds of light water

A sun that always shines

It is a whole new world

Out here

I don’t know how

I will survive.

~insight07

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