She could see herself.
chasing nobody for years.
Searching for this something
That would always ended up being nothing.
The things that can never be found.
The brain saved her.
From the haunting reoccurring nightmares.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoetryA Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
