I inhale, I exhale
I inhale I exhale Deep breaths fill my lungs with ice could air Yet I cannot breathe I inhale I exhale My thoughts are drifting away Where should I go? Who should I be? Paranoia is hanging over my head It has replaced my halo Which I used to wear so proudly I inhale I exhale I hear all the voices Mocking me in the shadows I am stuck staring into my own eyes The only door into my soul I inhale But cannot exhale A part of my soul is slipping out With every breath In the end my body takes control I exhale I inhale
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Wangsgaard
“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” Albert Einstein
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