A tumble inside the whom
This feeling is stronger than I thought; just when I felt I was lack of imagination.
My mind playing tricks on me, driven by whispers in the night, taken by trees.
The angst to erase some stories I can not tell, and do tell what wants to get out
I believe in certain death.
Me waiting in the spotlight. Sitting on the midnight sun in the center of the universe.
There is nothing but my silence.
I’m bouncing over the ages; I’m sliding over the mountains