i could hold you blindfolded on the threshold much longer. instead, we will leave the surroundings for later and now surrender to a recollection. when i was thinking about home. the real one, found within most unexpected borders.
turned away into a thousand dreams
found out what they mean
back then, one question remained unanswered: if an angel falls in a forest and nobody has seen him, does he make a sound?
this is when the time stopped.
the air was moving in a different way.
my eyelids fell.
low, down to my heart, down to my feet.
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