Watching the midnight
move in slowly
as the sea
is standing still.
Caught in the drift
of passing thoughts;
go on with what u will.

Reaching for breath
I lost,
was taken, but I guess
I’ll get it back.
Whenever I wake up
in this morning:
Let the peace that broke, retract…

And the night is low.
It’s fading…
Where once
it strongly did suggest.
Heaven says hello!
Damn nations full
of (darkest) secrets kept.

Write your fears and leave them,
in your tears or in the sand.
Time is wasting - Letters tasting
like a sickness in my hand.
Darkness falling. Nauseous. Stalling. Nevermind…
No looking back.

The depths gone unfulfilled.
Unbelievingly unexplained.
But then the beat falls
right smack into place and the differences just the same.

Echoes run within the walls that quickly crumble down.
And the rest I’m finding
(in my sleep)
won’t cure me.

I have found…

marelle

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