State of mind

This is the place where all the mountains are gone.

I'm sleeping and I'm writing on my sheets.
The words are lost as my finger is reluctant to obey the paradox of this secret pact.



This is the place where all the light is gone.
It follows the mountains as it follows my self.

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And then again the light in my room is getting stronger.
The light in me is not yours anymore.

I should change the titles. I should change the rules.

Fear is desire. It's there till every thought becomes a possibility.

this is the time when i write with a red pen.
I never plan this right.

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