Just beyond the hills


Imperfection conveys a connection
Between the silent and the hungry.
Dried out. No longer can i produce my tears.
Now I'm stronger, I cannot feel the fear.
The future.
No one makes me feel anything, no one takes life serious.
Today is, let's say, my favorite day due to the fatal realization of my past. The confirmation of restored sanity soon seems natural.
I'm alright, I am fine, dreams come true, they are real, they are mine.
Only you know truth in yourself, you're selfish, it's time.
More is all we need. I see, if you can see, we gaze together into eachothers Souls to discover that we're right.

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