20 April 2020
For some people
Being awake
Is like dying
That last breath
Slowly being taken away from you
I prefer to sleep into freedom
I'm only dreaming
And most of the times
When I wake up
I can't recollect my thoughts
But we can sleep in sorrows
That drain our energy
And make it problematic to recharge
Screaming hearts echoing into the night
Disturbing dreams and inner peace
Who will bring us back to sleep into freedom?
Not the ghosts in our dreams
But we our selves
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