these scriptures of me are like a disease that travels in the veins of my body
- especially of my brain.
I want to get rid of it, so just write it out.
then, the weary relaxation of post-disease times seizes my body.
these scriptures of me are the crippled children of my brain. they look strange to me, when I read them again –days after
I feel the strong sense of that they have never belonged to me.
I write in a frenzy saving my brain and heart from a disturbing feeling. yet, after it leaves my body and my pencil,
- especially of my brain.
I want to get rid of it, so just write it out.
then, the weary relaxation of post-disease times seizes my body.
these scriptures of me are the crippled children of my brain. they look strange to me, when I read them again –days after
I feel the strong sense of that they have never belonged to me.
I write in a frenzy saving my brain and heart from a disturbing feeling. yet, after it leaves my body and my pencil,
it immediately turns into a stranger.
just like this one!
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