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This starts to make no sense at all.....
Pills gone, brain’s smashed.
Turtles on the horizon, landscapes unfulfilled with narrow streets and poisoned rivers that start to settle, beneath the wooden stairs, that start to crackle with each step that is made.
One starts to believe in nightmares, life’s meaningless, when there isn’t a purpose or a goal to achieve.
Where are the streets?!
Where are the names?!
Flowers gone by, petals upon petals of luminous smoke, that surrounds each one of the markings on my body.
Tattoos scream, where ache used to be.
Without a title, memories are smashed on broken dreams.
Where’s the magic cube?!
Where’s the game?!
Where is youth gone?!
Long traces of hair and softness on my face.
A desire to jump or break chains.
Weak, coward, they are merely words on a long and surrounding map of lost treasures hidden at the bottom of the seas.
Ideas have a purpose, dreams escape consciousness, words are there, feelings are there.
The desire’s strong, an empty belly with no food on, a stomach that needs nourishment.
Towards magic words, they spoke softly to me : JUMP….JUMP…..
Reality becomes more and more fragile.