Diving in

As I dive into my oceanic mind, I surf on its water to live the deceased dream.


As I dive deep into slumber,

I sense light in the dark,

more hope in these hours,

dynamism in the static,

active in my standstill.

Joy is unparalleled in the virtually lifeless,

as I take my mind through the utopic hours,

which are nothing, but,

a false pretence,

of a life condensed,

in a lifeless time,

where I look into my mind,

the story of my life,

which lay dead and buried,

but full of life.


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