by atma anna christ
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As if surrendering to the story would make the story disappear
As if the sky would stay blue forever if your eyes are staring
As if the madness will grow sweet secret power in you
As if the essence of life slowly turns into a moment of sadness
I have come to be with you in this foggy weather on this strange mountain
to be with you in this serene mirror of thunderbolts
walking in memory corridors enchanted
such was my destiny…
