colours in a daze.
blurring smelling sounds.
i sometimes get so deep in my own daydream,
i feel movement and motion standing still.
nothing matters when life is just an illusion.
everything matters once you make it real.
colours of the mind
stand back
take a deep breath.
be so in the moment you die a temporary death.
colours of the realm
the dream world of a coma is so inviting .
the art of your mind comes alive.
senses of pain and panic .
colours of the eternal
stand tall at the altar of life.
take a risk and jump.
but never forget where you come from.
be kind always .
never believe you are above because ego kills.
colours of the dust
know this .
you forever live in that head .
if you can't justify your hypocrisy, change .
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Poésiethe demons are calling crystal clear calling but the clarity is a trap just to be sure can be twisted in itself when you think you speak with god but its the demons that are calling
