There are many forms of nightmares
Some of them visible in full daylight
Tired of not sleeping
Being awake and having vague
Foreboding of something
Much more sinister
But the reality is ambiguous
Hard to interpret a deeper
Understanding
Vague
Eternal Crisis
The crisis is like an ongoing dream
A never ending continuous process
Nightmare and adventure
At the very same time
The summer always surprises us
Creating a new saga
Every time
But before that comes the hard
Adoption the a new unknown
Reality that replaces
The reality as it once was
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The hope of being me
It is a hard thing
Being me
Whatever this means
On this planet
This lonely place
In the outskirts
Of  the universe
The days are passing
So slowly
The shadows growing by the day
Withering stages of decay
Around me
The birds starts singing
And the spring breaks in.
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Dawn
Writing in quiet
daylight
This is me now
not as before, Â
I am different now
I believe
but
Nevertheless
this is of no
Importance
any more
