Interlude

To give dreams a way to escape to a new reality.
Lighter’s talking to a shell:
- Where’s the rush?!
- Anywhere; there isn’t any fire on a surrounding cave.
- Where’s the race?!
- I don’t know, I’m written words from another man.
- Simply put, I can’t understand you.
- Where the fuck are the wings of desire?!
- Black or white or or throughout all colours; I don’t know what’s marked on a inner self.
- Paper, books, blank pages, ink flowing throughout higher planes; that circulate towards despairing clouds.
- A white ball is running amok, towards parallels unsolved.
- The question tag remains :
Where are the numbers?!
Platzen zu finden.
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