So far from the usual.
It’s been my mindless choice.
After a while, voices went deeper
They caused an inner noise.
Which is too far from usual calmness.
Despair turned me into ice.
No gravity. It happened twice, (or more)
I’m cold, ungrounded..
But still have a core.
Otherwise… You won’t be able to arise
Your sameness gonna be a killer.
Just presence of newborn idea
Is strong enough to make the things alive.
White dove hovers around.
He stole sunrise to make a deal…
With unusual sky.