and there we go again. getting lost in one’s own mind, behind one’s own expectations, projections, externalizations, constructions out of words read long time ago and images seen somewhere around the same moment. acting out some long forgotten but still viciously alive role. dreaming away all the gray minutes in between, looking for words which could barely express the tension, playing the same heart-squeezing shivers-sending music. and most of all, feeling ALIVE, feeling the wings growing again and urging you to take off and fly fly flyyyy…
and then BANG! one word, one look, one moment too long or one step too far and all you see is a broken Easter eggshell in your hands.
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