In the days of emotional breakdown,
When fear crawls in through the cracks of my soul,
Weak to the point of sinking down the pit called insanity,
Chaos denied by colors, painted in black,
The land so familiar,
No borders,
No balance,
No route,
No ground,
I'm trying to weave another reality,
More close to my heart,
Gulping the suffocating lumps in my throat,
Fleeing from my thundering sentiments,
Laughing,
Crying,
Screaming,
Wondering,
Riot in my heart, in my head,
Deceiving myself that I'm fierce,
Too rational,
Too myself,
Too many things,
Too everything,
Waiting until everyone goes away,
Waiting until all disappear,
And I get out unharmed,
Embraced by the world peculiarly sculpted on my own,
Safe and sound dream.
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