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An unwritten book placed somewhere in between.
Sharp and empty pages, bleeding fingers.
An unsure pen filled with blood red ink.
Read it right, read it wrong.
Leave behind your fingerprint.
Searching
I'm digging my own hole. It's getting deeper day by day.
WHEN WILL I REACH THE ROOTS of the problem?
One thing is for sure. It will reach it's final deep the day that I leave.
During this intent I leave a lot of scars on my skin.
They might heal but never disappear.
Eyewitnesses of my attempt to find responses
Trying to let go
Born in this place but i was never asked, fighting with the struggles of your grandfathers past.
Feel the fear deep in my veins while the blood is circulating around.
My heart keeps on wondering... But i guess these answers are hard to be found.
Pulse
Always seaking for two eternities to colide, past/future, the moment, the now. Stucked inbetween but still moving.
One more day is one less.
When will i return to those waters i once called home...or am I already there?
Cycle or revolution ?
Every change will shake the body like birth and dead.
The ability of seeing its own light is only given when reflected.
You will never part yourself from crashing waves.