"I REMEMBER IT LIKE FROM A DREAM,

yellow and distant.

That smell, an old memory, I'm still waiting to

meet it again.

For eternity, I am dormant.

To wake up, to be a child again, to feel free.

For some reason a silence, for some reason a

window, for some reason far away, mysterious

and quiet, stormy and cruel.

Far away.

Here is not enough, the desire for something else.

To be moved.

And the anger, like a sea monster imprisoned in

the depths, oppressed and forbidden.

Suppressed.

I dance freely into the same trap.

Falling again into self-deception, and running on

the wheel with more determination.

At the moment, there is no answer or solution,

only a distant memory from the future."

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