Wednesday, May 18, 2011

My Life

I was born through the backdoor.

That is why everything is slow to me.

I go deep down to be born again.

That is why I love to sleep.

In that place all my burdens dissolve.

That is why I can see something beautiful.

Yet my memory is taken when I awake.

That is why I go there again searching.

A sweet memory of a faded dream lingering.

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