Dissociation

When night falls,

within the closed eyes.

I see different colours everywhere,

i see colours doing different things.

..

When the sunlight comes,

every day, I feel different.

I thought about what had happened at night,

thinking about what could be real.

...

Is this life a daydream?

Has life never existed?

Every day, every night.

Feeling light, dissociation.

...

Not knowing why the mind does that.

Not knowing how thoughts are coming

How does life generate?

When will the soul be away?

"Lucripa"