You, a frozen doll, are letting the water droplets kill you slowly. Do
you hear children's voices in the dark? They're the sound of your
childhood ardor, crying for your faded dreams. You live a delusion
of being judged, instead of joining the quadrille.
Who do you smell in your body and who do you see in the mirror?
You are the creature of your own thoughts. Dark or light, they
make a picture of your own.
Silence - do you need its presence? It's under the shade of your
eyelids. Find it and explore your obscure character.
How much do you know of the volcano inside your soul? Dig it before
you eternally freeze.
Me? I am the word that sparkles inside your foggy room. Use me,
speak through me, light the hollow chamber you have become.
R.N.
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