ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: A DRIFTING WALK (ft. night)
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In the dark brumous night,
She was sliding down the street
Hands waving forward just in front of her,
With little scars which weren't there until moonnight.
Lips shut tight,
As if something was stuffed deep inside.
Fingers continuosly trembling,
Maybe because of the cold that never dried.
She didn't knew where she was drifting,
It was as if something was pushing
- she could feel herself light,
light, as a feather
Which didn't knew where to go and if it was a good weather.
She walked and walked
But now came the end of the ledge,
She gracefully turned around and started moving forward
from the very edge.
From inside she was struggling to come to senses,
But - outside she looked heavenly calm.
Laminated with colourless thoughts,
With a throat which was withered and dry,
Which made internal sounds of deep cry.
But her eyes were closed,
Locked from deep inside.
Without stopping
She didn't realise -
She was sleep walking.
Slowly, and then
Gradually.
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