drunken dreams

I’m talking to the world

no answer, everyone

left the premises

it’s only me here, drowning

in my own take on things

no one knows what it’s all about

we are all blind, stupefied

even if I put it on the line

there will be no one to pick it up

this charade of strange stuff

that’s why I tend to speak in riddles

like the mythical Sphinx, I can’t help it

my words crush under the instability

floating in the air, intricate threads

and only snakes could follow them

when I think about it, it’s all blurry

taken from a drunken dream with one difference

that not following the hangover scene

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January – February 2023

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