The Poet

I never liked the taste of the alcohol. 

Just don't let them hear you cry.

They treated me like a ghost, so I became one...

Censorship, uncensored, to be published, representative, nonsense.

The shrill scream of the locomotive's fiercely whistling wheel is bloody chilling, damn it.

I grow pale, trying so hard to do anything. The moment stopped, silent, perhaps you don't even feel it, but inside me worlds are collapsing and being rebuilt right now. I tried to catch it, to capture it, to put on paper what I feel now, but it's gone. Flown away. Disappeared.

He felt his heart exploding in his chest, hearing nothing but a buzzing, whistling sound. ~~

You demolished the castle in my heart, but left the ruins in my mind.

I wrote this poem a year ago, but i never published it. Not even in my motherlanguage, in my main account, so she won't see it ever. 
          
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It's unbelievable how enormous and connected the world can make you feel at 1 am. It's quite empowering to recognize just how significant and full of purpose one can be, even in the grand scheme of things. Embrace the solitude and insignificance – it's liberating!