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The power of conversation

Silence.

There’s someone in my room,

Sitting and staring.

Maybe it’s just the air,

Maybe it’s just the waves of my fear.

What’s the difference?

Zero.

Either way: 

There’s someone in my room,

Sitting and staring. 

I can smell the darkness
Throwing its arrow across of my bed.
The darkness is my matchless friend.

It’s burning hot here.

The house is singing

Like a villain from a sci-fi movie, 

With a really bad mustache,

Forever requesting for blood,

Ready for battle,

Burned to ash.

I stare into the infinity.
Wondering..-
If there’s someone out there
Who really cares.

And then I ask:
Where’s my tea?..

/I’m no good at playing victim/


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Living in Sweden. Awesome. Happy. Ayurvedic food. Healthy lifestyle. Dogs. Literature. Painting. Meditation/Yoga. I love my life.
"It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters" A. Ray
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