Playlist: uranus
This is a dream. These are the complications.
A smile. A nightmare.
And then you cry. And then you laugh.
Cause. Effect. Effect. Cause.
There are so many words, but none defines me. They doesn’t explain what I am, or feel. Otherwise, I feel trapped in words.
This creates: confusion.
After a storm, should everything be better? And if after the storm, my whole world it’s cornered by a destroyed city?
The damp earth, my mud-stained hands creates space in the underground.
It rained, sister.
I imagine what it feels like to be above and not under the clouds. Does being under the clouds mean catching the rain?
From here, I see more stars, surrounded by the black pitch of the sky.
Under the road on which I first walked. Before the storm, it just had to rain. And after the storm?
Before the storm, the sun was breaking me.
I get out of my hole and the cold rain bathes me. It’s raining again.
My head is up, but my eyes are closed. The rain, as strong as it is, does not allow me to look at the clouds.
(Hopes from the underground)
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