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| Written by Lina Ru |
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[ I saw the clock. It was 5 a.m. I was thirsty, so I went to the kitchen. The cat was sleeping on its bed. I took a glass of water, and drank it.
It had been a strange night. I wanted to speak with you. I went to my room, and opened the laptop. I wanted so badly to see you online… that there you were.
Had you slept? I called you. You didn’t answer. My eyes were so heavy I felt I needed to lay my head on the table. I did, and fell asleep.
5:30 a.m. 4th Dream
As I flew through strange countries, I understood we were the same covered of different paradigms. Those limits are creating distinctions that are not real if we understand the magnitude of our atoms. ]
make me cry. Yellow skies make me fly. Where is my color? Where will I fly? Pink is my heartbeat when I fly. Blue is my feather coat when I cry. Why am I colored? Why do I cry? My colorful sight told me to be bright, and so I did, loving the rainbow I was. |