Dance of the forgotten dreams...


I closed my eyes... There is silence. A very deep, inner silence...

I can hear the rustling of the canvas. Each brushstroke feels like a dance step... Enchant. The outside world is slowly disappearing...

Somewhere in the distance, my former self is coming up...

The little eccentric who is happy in her little inner, hidden world...

The world is changing... I have to wake up! I have to adapt!...

Vibrant colours on the canvas... the murmur of the sea...

An endless dance of forgotten, "hidden behind glass" dreams...

Crystal Sea! Is happiness reflected in it?

I don't believe anymore..., but I wish it was true!

I'm captivated by the swirl of the dance of thoughts... the silent noise of brushstrokes on the canvas...

Late! 

I don't know what to do!... I can't, I can't be real myself anymore...

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