Open windows
fresh air
fog n smoke
smell of nilgiri burn
thoughts in the dream
whisper and scream
I wonder to get a break
at least in the sleep
lonely minds
alone soul
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...i think... i feel... i write... it's never final till i die. And it will be the last, what will be written before i die but not the final... so basically these are just notes, meanwhile...
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lonely minds.....yet so inextricably tied to others.like an island build on bridges..connecting one presence to another.
alone soul....yet so bound. in the powerful impermanence of the body.
fear...of opening the windows and smelling the naked air.
thoughts in the dream whisper and scream.. to blind the deafening silence that is your soul.
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