I start to wonder about unnecessary things in the dark.
The later it gets, the worse it becomes.
I start to part my room in two halfes. There is a nice half, with good memories and a clean mind.
Plants and plans.
And then there is the other half, dark and messy.
A gloomy atmosphere, oppressively drab and grey.
The room is representing what's inside of my head, what's behind my eyes.
It depends on "who i am", on which half of my room - half of my mind I am.
I have legs, I can go from one half of the room to the other.
I have thoughts, I can switch from one mood to another.
But I feel like I've lost control over that.
03.12.17
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Rainthoughts [poetry]
Poetry[The best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain.] PART ONE OF THE THOUGHTS BOOKS. I write to clean my twisted mind. Here is a bit of my work. Feel free to let my words inspire and help you thinking about stuff. I am thankful for eve...
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