Saturday, 27 December 2014

A Writers Wish

I am madman, imperceptible who does not mean anything. 
Studying self for what it could be, but never, ever found anything fathomable. 
Something like without breath, without sense by being someone in a dark space about  
free of knowledge and understanding. 
I can just think of myself by being alone, because this is someone but the only one.
I can say freely that if I left as I consider myself  as before,  
I can create a new world with my projections who are invisible. 



Welcome to the sense of being alone, for those who believe in illusion. 

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