Dreamcatcher
A recurring thought, with no meaning.
Traces of understanding, scattered within the deepest recesses of memory, flashes of light, followed by emptiness.
The light keeps the hopes alive… the darkness leads to gloomy despair.
Hidden signs, an unfathomable mystery.
Signs of an impending storm, the calm, a hibernating giant, the silence, the icy cold touch pricks like fire.
Behind closed doors, closets of memory bolted ages ago, never to see the light of day again.
An enigma…
An image…
A sound….
A dream
Salvation at last
just an illuxon
I am nothing. the world is everything
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Hard to reach where ur leading