BedRed in the bed feeling gone passion extinct only thing left the death in the bed so redBed
Jacob Rein"Have you ever dreamed a dream of which you would not have wished to have woken up?"Jacob Rein
"Every night."
"Is the dream always the same one?"
"Its just a dream."
"We know that already. Is it the same one that you see every night?"
"Why am I here?"
"He is hesitating. Nurse, give him another dose."
"What is that?"
"Nothing important. Now, tell us about your dream."
&nb
An impenetrable echoEndless voids and endless nightsAn impenetrable echo
like candles burning bright
candles so high, candles so white
candles stained in light
in joy in life, in grief in death they burn those candles so great
In those hearts, from those flames
a trip of dreams, a dive in truth lies my sight of meaning
smoke so thin, shadows like wings
hollowness echoes in darkn
A weird poemThe cost of lifeA weird poem
is death
it’s compensation
happiness
and meaning, of course nothingness
I did not choose to be free but now I can’t be otherwise
Loneliness found me when I was surrounded by friends
love, again when I had none
Its normal
to be abnormal
One can tell truth in many ways but still stay honest
Birds are not free And the world disappears &nb
| Most of the time I just keep thinking how irrational place the world we live on truly is. This keeps me sane from day to day. I also like toast, warm clothes and the caring touch of a another human being. |
Love
. . .
...catgirls?
nyaw.
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