| Delirium |
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| Written by Lina Ru |
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[Dreams… It was only a dream. Was it?
You crossed through my life as the wind caresses my face. Will I be able to love again? Will I be able to find the love I seem to live only in dreams ? ] there is no place to hide, there is no silence, there is only delirium inside my head. Talking, crying, the sunrise is hiding, the flowers are showering, the rainbow is sleeping… ‘cause delirium is taking over myself. Where am I going now? How can I walk, if there is no place to rest? Delirium becomes the destination, and our sweet distraction, infatuation, and last condemnation of the prisoner. Life, a panicked intruder, time, an upset sergeant, love, the destination… Delirium. It is never the boring, not the fun, it is the lived. It is never the destination, nor the source, it is the existing. It is never the wrong, nor the right, it is the loved. It is… You, the greatest delirium I can live. You, the greatest love I can be. |



