The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
I splash water on my face
And look at the mirror.
It’s cracked,
And it is now that I truly see myself
In it.
I walk out of myself,
And all I see
Is a black and white desert
With a black and white cactus,
And a colourless wind.
I walk out of myself
And get lost,
Burn,
Lose direction.
I walk out of myself
And see the drums beating in the world's heart,
The smoke rising from cold firecrackers trying to be lit
In the world's soul.
They tell me to embrace the world;
This hell,
This barren forest
With it's barren rivers
And stones that wound and poison.
They tell me to embrace the world
And I refuse to.
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