make dreams, from words
forge mountains, from moments
write poems, from vibes
but hide them from the world, they’ll judge ….
it hurts, but it’s life itself
it burns, but you won’t see ashes
it freezes, but doesn’t turn to ice
it floats above, yet, mankind doesn’t see it
it’s a spoken story, you should hear it….
can’t sleep at night,
my brain is tearing up my heart
i’ve torn my hands to make a shadow
so thick, that light will block itself
yet, still, you’re a cold mist dripping on my head from that, forgotten shelf…
it’s raining with letters,
i can hear them as they crash on the roof
they slide on the tiles,
they stumble on each other
and finally dive in the gutters …
by the time they reach the ground
they’ve already turned to words
so I get out and lay naked on the grass
I close my eyes and open my mind
I don’t want to see them,
I want to feel them
I want to let them pass through me…
the rain has stopped
I’m still laying there, naked,
you shook my mind,
my body and the whole yard
It’s a simply complicated universe
It’s awkward when you know …that
all started in a cold day, with a verse…
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