the windows are opened, doors are disappeared
and you look from the deep sense of eye blick
there was a moment, you just got it
why you chased the rainbow when it was snowing?
you do your steps, you look like a million
and then you are being left
you hit the roof, you hit the sack
the story just changed
you want to be seen, you want to be touched
you wrap your head around something
it is a wish, it is an instinct
you go crazy on the waves
words are strict, the ghosts are flying
say hello to whom you are searching
in the end, you are the one who is desolate
all you want is to be checked
Ezel, October 2022
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