Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Voices

At some days,
I get so lost inside my mind,
So many voices,
That adress to me,
I can no longer see,
Who of them is my own,
I am to many persons,
All at once,
Maybe that makes me crazy,
Or on other hand,
Maybe it makes me a writer,
For I can crawl into,
Each and every skin,
The same that I've been,
Thinking in,
All these voices are free,
To take away the last,
Words of me.

Think think think think think think think





















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