Time continuously reminds me
How to breathe under the weight
Of my unstoppable weird mind.
I've lost once to find that blindness
Is just about temporary restriction.
I've lost once to proove,
That my restrictions became my benefits,
Engraved on tiny fists.
My soul was engaged to Romanticism,
To beauty of chambers and mysterious labyrints,
Where time stopped reminds me
Cause now i'm purified.
I'm clearly seeing someone who's blind...
...In front of me.
His fearfull scent is coming closer.
Is it a dream? An endless way.
Dark stony road. Ghostly shape.
I'm under weight
of my unstoppable weird mind.
For many years i've tried to find
My small reflection in this world.
It's came undone. No mirrors there.
On a stony road...
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© Copyright: Екатерина Экозьянц, 2018
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