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and to survive this, you need to sleep long, you need to sleep sound 

sleep deep, see your own within the haven of your eyelids 

remember dreams of angels blowing black balloons for you

you say there's beauty in a scar

i find it sick, but it's a part of me i've long ago accepted

now what a stupid thing you are 

sometimes

as you watch it 

you draw your lips closer 

and with all tenderness you can find 

you slide your fingertips over its surface 

not to make it hurt 

- to understand better

feel like your own 

give it warmth, give it cold 

whatever it needs 

now isn't it sick

drawn to each other for every stain

when you see beauty there 

but without taking any pleasure 

and asking yourself: 

where are the lost rites 

and when you've opened so much 

that it's made every rib in your chest break 

for a land that's hidden it had no sky 

and thrown you into an airless void 

the ill-mended bones, you know 

you need to break them again, by yourself 

so you run 

straight into this wall 

so you run fast 

onto the pain of salvation

♫

.13

there is something deeply wrong in being broken under a clear sky. it was a day like this. a me that knew not. with eyes wide open recognizing no shapes, knowing nothing, just like a child. only not able to glance like a child does anymore - i'm not a tabula rasa, i'm a palimpsest. a one that recreates itself, and each time, even if it becomes a new sheet ready to be written on, it gets heavier. by the ink it has contained, by the number of recompositions, by the crash of bonds broken.

so, flicker, this page is not clear - it's only empty

♫

.12

i'll come with the flood and teach you to breathe underwater. for this to happen you need to go to the shore, stand on the edge in the storming weather. you have to be fearless, you get lost only if you fear drowning.

1 + 1 = 1
mathematics of rain
our count 

you know surface is for the easy, it reflects the sun beautifully. depths are for those who are ready to drown, if together. the sun is taken in.

the greatest drama of the story of little mermaid is that she at all needed to go on land, walk in pain and mute. if a dive had come, there would have been sounds, music

a new kind of breath

♫

.IX

the difference? 

is the reason why not touching the ground can hardly be compared to flying