the truth in the fantasy

Some Thing About Thinking

no words to fill the emptiness frozen in me.

reading is my illusion of being more real than my fantasy.

I thought I could do, be, say or sing something impressive.

I’ll never survive my dreams, my fantasies and all the strange little worlds living in.

I’ll be just fine at the end of the journey if someone will know Me.

Take a whisper and breathe it through other ears.

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